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Ch. 03: The Skirt

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Note to reader: This chapter starts where chapter 2 leaves off. Dave is currently naked in the middle of the empty room following Audrey’s instructions. Audrey is expanding her female dominance limits as she feminizes her husband. Dave begins to learn that he enjoys being treated like a submissive.

In all the action I had not noticed that Audrey had collected the folded black cloth. She looked at me and instructed me to face forward and look at the wall in front of me. I did as I was instructed as she knelt in front of me. Then I was told to step into the black cloth one leg at a time. She raised it to my hips and then to my waste as she stood up to look at me.

“Don’t you look cute!”

She said with a mischievous smile as I disobeyed and looked down to see myself in a knee length a line skirt.

“Woah, woah, woah, hold on a second here!”

I protested loudly. My protest was responded to by two nice strikes across my chest with the crop.

“Ouch!”

“Would you like to stop?”

She said condescendingly.

“No.”

I responded.

“Oh, how we forget so quickly.”

“No what?”

Her question followed with another crop strike.

“No, Mistress Audrey.”

I recanted my previous response.

“Let’s not forget again!”

She instructed.

I was somewhat confused at what her plan was since I did immediately receive the gag after my outburst. Then there was the situation of the hobble belt I was in as well as the skirt I was now wearing. I was not sure why I was in the skirt but I assumed it was to hide me from another close call with the kids. Boy, was I wrong as I would find out before our session was finished. Audrey moved the laptop to the floor and moved me to the folding chair.

“Kneel on the chair and face the laptop.”

She instructed. I complied and knelt on the chair facing the back of the chair. She pushed down on my back forcing me to lean against the back of the chair. Then she separated my legs by slapping my inner thighs through the skirt until she was pleased with their separation. It was somewhat uncomfortable but tolerable. My cock was limp again as I was not quite sure what was in store for me, this displeased Audrey.

Audrey retrieved the strap from the other room. I was extremely pleased to see strap had taken the place of the crop. I loved the sting of the strap and had quietly begged profusely for its return. Not sure what was next I began to get aroused by the possibilities as she took a dominant position behind me. She began by rubbing my inner thighs with the strap raising the skirt some as she motioned up then pulling it away allowing the skirt fall and brush against my skin. This repeated action felt so erotic. The feeling of being exposed but dressed then exposed just slightly set my senses on over drive. The fall of the somewhat heavy cloth of the skirt on my thighs felt so dirty and taboo to me. It was nothing more than a simple piece of clothing, but the social implications of wearing it was an insane thought now that I was wearing it. Why had I been made to wait so long to experience what every woman had the opportunity to experience daily if they so choose. Then my thoughts turned to all the social prejudices and labels that I might now have to face.

“Oh, shit does this make me a crossdresser?”

“What would people say if they knew that I was enjoying this as much as I am?”

“What would my dad say if he knew?”

“Is this something Audrey is going to want me to wear from now on?”

“Why am I enjoying this so much?”

It Cihangir travesti was a rush of questions that I had no answers to. They all faded quickly as Audrey slowly raised the skirt to expose my butt. The edge of the cloth drug across the apex of both of my buttocks before coming to rest on my back.

“Holy fuck is this what every woman feels when I raise their skirt to fuck them?”

I asked myself wondering if my answer was truly a yes to those questions then I fully understood why woman liked it so much. My thoughts were interrupted with the first glorious strike of the strap against my left ass cheek followed by another against the other side. She repeated these two more times. “Oh fuck!” Every impact felt so good. Each passing stroke made my senses tingle and brought my awareness to other things I was feeling like the drape of the skirt rubbing against the front of my thighs each time she struck my ass. The drape trickles a little bit which was in vast contrast to the sting of the strap. All these feelings happening at the same time set my mind into a spin.

The strokes continued in a rhythm that was very soothing. All I wanted was more and more. I knew that I was getting pretty red once she started to slow down with her strokes. I continued to gent and moan in pleasure. She slowed even further adding an occasional circular rub of the strap in between strokes. I was enjoying it so much that I did not even realize that I was now hard as a rock. Audrey noticed this as well and tapped the face of my cock with the strap a couple times in place of the circular rubs on my ass.

It did not matter to me that I had lost track of time I just wanted more. I was willing to do anything she asked in order to receive another slap from the strap. I had positively entered sub space! I was putty in her hands. She stopped after a few more strikes.

“I want you to be able to sit down again.”

She said sarcastically.

She pulled down the skirt and as it slapped against the back of my thighs it sent a tickle up my legs. She grabbed my shoulder and directed me off the chair. I was then put back in the same standing position I had been in for most of our session.

She pushed me back away from the chair and then knelt in front of me. My erection poking the front of the skirt.

“You really like the skirt, don’t you?”

She asked.

I nodded as to avoid disobedience.

“Good boy!”

She remarked.

She was pleased that I had not broken the permission rules. She rubbed against my cock as she traced her hand down to the edge of the skirt. She raised the skirt and commented on how hard my cock was then draped the skirt over her head as she moved in to play with my cock.

She wrapped her hand around the shaft and began to lick the tip of it in a circular counter clockwise motion. I was still dealing with the effects of being in sub space. She followed the licking with an occasional bob and as she withdrew, she licked the shaft. She continued this for a few minutes as she listened to me moan and groan in pleasure. She then uncovered her head and looked up at me.

“You have permission to cum.”

She said with a smile.

As quick as she uncovers, she recovers herself. She skipped the licking this time as she started sucking my cock. The feelings that I was receiving from the way she was sucking on me were like nothing I had felt before and before I knew it, I was prepared to cum. From under the skirt, I heard.

“You have permission to cum, don’t hold back!”

She Cihangir travestileri said in a muffled voice. She began sucking my cock again. Not too long after I was back at the edge. Again, this time was different as she did not stop sucking on me, she just kept going. She had never let me cum in her mouth before instead she would always finish me off with her hand or shove my cock in her pussy. This time though she kept going and I was in no condition to question or refuse. After a couple more strokes I released and filled her mouth with a full load of my cum. She finished sucking the last few drops. As she did the skirt flew up and over her head as she stood up in one motion and pushed her lips to mine. As her lips pressed against mine, she pushed my entire cum load into my mouth. The salty sweet taste mixed with her saliva was the most joyous taste I had ever had. She stayed there for a moment to make sure all the contents of her mouth had been received.

She removed her mouth from mine then returned to her kneeing position. Then looking up at me she told me to swallow.

“Swallow your load and show me!”

As I swallowed all the wonderful cum, she had just forced through my lips and into my mouth, I presented my empty mouth to her for inspection. She looked at me pleased then put my shrinking cock back in her mouth and began sucking on it again only this time she did not bob but instead just sucked on it like a straw in a bottle of soda. I was seriously aroused by what she was doing and although my cock was extremely sensitive, I did not refuse. She removed her mouth a few seconds later licking the tip of my cock as she removed it from her mouth. She stood up.

“I want you the clean the rest of your load out of my mouth!”

She instructed.

As she finished, she grabbed the back of my head and pulled it forward to kiss her. She separated my lips and inserted her tongue in my mouth. Our tongues touched and I began licking her tongue to clean any delicious cum that she might still have in her mouth. A few second into our French kiss she released the back of my neck and withdrew her tongue. I could taste just a little of the salty sweet fluid on my tongue as she instructed me to swallow again. I did as I was instructed the whole time thinking about how much I wanted this again and fantasizing about the new world I had just entered and what it meant for later that day and future rendezvous.

She stepped back looked at me in the skirt giving me a mischievous grin. She moved behind me and released me from my restraints. Then moving back in front of me she began to outline my new existence.

“From now on when we are playing this way you will be in a skirt.”

“You are my slut, a little whore that I can do anything I want to.”

“I will refer to you as Slut, Whore, or Bitch!”

“You will submit to me fully and without question!”

I became more and more excited by what she told me. My cock began to engorge again and she noticed as it did.

“Well, I see you are on board with your new reality and if you’re not your cock sure is and I know what runs this situation!”

She explained with a hint of self-pleasure as she spoke.

“I will not do anything that will compromise you but I will push your limits until we find them!”

“If you are on board then nod and if not we can stop now and never revisit this again.”

I nodded vigorously like a bobble head. I could not believe this was happening and although I was typically the one in control, I was extremely Travesti cihangir excited about the possibilities that were in front of me now and regardless of what I was going to be put through in the future, the fuck if I was going to stop this train.

“I’m glad to see you are on board!”

She bent down and repeated that statement to my cock as well then patted the head like a small dog as she stood back up straight. I still had a few questions about things but before I could ask, I had to be given permission and that had not happened yet. I continued to stand there quietly as she proceeded with her outline.

“I will let you know when we are playing like this by putting on your collar.”

As she said this she reached into her back pocket and retrieved a black leather collar with a silver ring attached to it. She placed the collar around my neck and fastened the clasp.

“You are my SLUT now!”

She said as she finished putting on my collar. I stood there in complete awe as what was happening finally sank in some. I was now my wife’s submissive. The most wonderful part about that statement was that I never knew it was something that I wanted but now it had become something that I could not get enough of.

“SLUT!”

“Do you have any questions?”

“Speak!”

She said seeing the want to say something written across my face.

“Mistress will this happen every time now?”

I asked to get some clarification on the parameters.

“No, there will be times when I don’t want to be in control.”

“Once I adorn your naked neck with that collar then you will go complete submissive for me.”

“On those occasions when you are the dominant, I will ask you to wear your house pants.”

My house pants were a thoroughly worn pair of Levi’s that were not suitable to wear outside the house. They had holes in the crouch, hole in the legs, and hole in the pockets but they fit me perfectly. I would typically wear them when I was relaxing around the house and Audrey loved them since I never wore underwear and it allowed her unlimited access to my cock and butt.

“Mistress will I always wear this skirt?”

I asked still not sure what to make of that rule.

“If you are not in a skirt then you will be naked!”

She said as I tried object out of fear of being discovered and judged by someone who was not as open minded as we were.

“No objections, understand or we can just stop now and call this a limit for you.”

She addressed my earlier befuddled expression of refusal.

“Will you always be clothed during our sessions?”

I asked curious as to why she never took off a piece of clothing.

“No, there may be times when I’m in an outfit and there may be times that I’m some degree of nude.”

“Is that all the questions you have for me?”

She asked wanting to wrap up the q and a session.

“To clarify, when the collar goes on, I’m to be in the skirt and submit to you?”

“To clarify, What!?”

She responded with an irritated tone.

“Mistress, I would like to clarify that when the collar is place around my neck then I am to put on the skirt and submit to you Mistress.”

I responded in an apologetic tone for disobeying.

“Yes, you are to be in the skirt unless I tell you otherwise.”

“Tomorrow, I will give you additional instructions about the skirt but for today I think we have had a successful first step in your submission.”

She removed the collar from my neck and gathered the strap and hobble belt and left the room.

“Put away the skirt my little Slut, fold it up and take good care of it.”

“There will be consequences if you fail to take care of it.”

She grinned as she left and I followed her out of the room. I went to our bedroom to do what I was told and I found a spot in my drawer to keep the skirt.

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A Gentleman for Lynn Ch. 01

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This is a true story, or about to be when we meet. We’ve been chatting for a couple of months and have become good friends, if only on-line. I told her I’d be writing this for her, so there is an intended audience of one, but other readers can look in! I’m sure our actual first meeting will be different, but this is my nirvana. Don’t look for sex here in the first chapter; seduction takes time.

I was seated at a corner table in the Punch Room bar on the fifteenth floor of the Ritz-Carlton hotel in Charlotte waiting for her, a little bit before our 4 o’clock meeting time. I wanted to get there early because I wanted to ensure everything was right. It was to be her first time with a man.

“What’ll you have, sir?” asked the bartender, an older gentleman in black pants, white shirt, and black bow tie.

“Zubrowka Martini, up, twist.” I replied and after looking at the well-stocked bar, “and when my partner arrives, a Glenmorangie 25-year neat, water on the side.”

“Yes sir. And for a vodka drinker, you know something about whiskeys, too” he smiled and left to make the drinks.

I chose the Ritz-Carlton for a couple of reasons. First, it had a dark, quiet lounge off the main lobby away from the hotel foot traffic, and second, the Ritz always had bathrobes in its rooms. Lynn would be arriving at the hotel in her outward, male clothes, wearing her gurl clothes underneath. “It’ll be our secret, just for us two” she had told me. The bathrobe was important because not only was it her first time with a man, it was also the first time Avrupa yakası travesti she was revealing her true feminine nature to anyone, and I thought it would be more comfortable for her to get out of her street clothes and put on a robe over her lacy feminine undergarments before coming out into the room, if only to undress in front of me.

We met online in a gay chat site that specializes in older gentleman a few months earlier and we took an immediate liking to each other. Soon we were chatting exclusively with each other almost every day. Often when we had time, I would bring her to orgasm from our explicit chatting. “What about you?” she’d chat back after a long pause that signaled to me that she had cum. “Being an older gentleman lover means you always bring your woman to climax first” I’d told her. I’d heard that before in my thirties, and now that I was sixty-four, I have to say it is true- I really care about her needs before my own.

Unlike a chatroom, there was no guarantee she’d show up. It was a huge step for her, or any person for that matter, to embark on an affair, let alone a gay one and a cross-dressing one at that, and I’d been stood up before. But the timing seemed to be perfect. My wife was out of town on a business trip, which meant I could drive to Charlotte from our house on the North Carolina coast. Lynn’s wife worked, so Lynn could get away during the day for a “business meeting.”

At four o’clock, however a very pretty, younger man walked through the door of the Punch Avrupa yakası travestileri Room, and I knew it was my date. Close-shaven with very soft features in his face and hair with just a hint of eyeliner, Lynn was the epitome of gender-neutral.

I immediately stood to greet him. He may have been younger, but there was a woman underneath, and good manners dictated that I rise to greet her.

“Lynn?” I asked, although I needn’t have. “Jim?” he replied.

“Finally, we meet! Please, sit with me. I hope you don’t mind; I took the liberty of ordering us drinks.”

I could tell Lynn was nervous. She had to have been! It was a big first step, and I had ordered her the Scotch to try and settle her.

“Your drinks, sir” the bartender said as he laid the vodka Martini in front of me, and her Scotch in a leaded glass cut highball glass opposite mine along with a small pitcher of mineral water and left as quickly and quietly as he had come. I’d be tipping him heavily.

“How did you know?” Lynn asked as we sat down opposite each other as men are apt to do.

“Remember? You told me once, Silly, ‘on rare occasions single-malt Scotch’ when I asked you what you like to drink.” I poured a few drops of water from the small pitcher of water into her drink to release the Scotch’s smokey flavor.

“Oh, I did, didn’t I?” she smiled and said, “You really are attentive, aren’t you?”

She reached over and touched my hand with her delicate fingers. Her nails had a soft clear polish on them, Travesti avrupa yakası quite unlike mine which were cut very short, my fingers with still-healing scratches from working in the garage at home. Lynn’s fingers were a little chilled too, betraying her nervousness.

“What did you do?” she asked when she saw the small, wrapped package in front of her on the table between us.

“Oh, just a little something” I told her, “Go ahead, open it!”

She undid the red ribbon and unwrapped the package and after peeking under the tissue looked around the room to ensure no one would see a man take out a white silk camisole offered as a present from a would-be lover.

“It’s perfect! Oh, I’m just so happy, I’m about to cry.”

“Now, no you don’t” I reassured her, “It’s just nerves Lynn, have a sip of your drink.”

“It’s just perfect. I can’t wait to try it on. Thank you so much, sir, but I don’t have anything for you!”

“Oh, but you do” I said as I spied something she was wearing. I wonder…

“I do?” she asked.

“Around your neck is a gold chain… is the key to your chastity device attached to it?”

Her face turned three shades of red as she looked at me, coyly nodded and silently reached over her head and pulled off the thin gold chain, which did indeed have the key attached. She handed me the chain and key, which I placed in the side pocket of the blue-checked Canali sport coat I was wearing, all the while never breaking eye contact with her.

This, of course, made her blush even more, as the skin of her neckline down to her shirt flushed a similar color red as her beautiful face. It was clear we were already establishing the nature of our relationship during those first few minutes. I was the man and even though he was wearing a loose-fitting golf shirt and slacks in the Punch Room of the Ritz Carlton, she was the woman.

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Big Sis Wins

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Becoming Doll 001 Pt. 05

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Sorry for the long delay on this chapter. It’s sort of complicated and I wanted to make sure I knew exactly how I wanted things to play out further along. I originally intended this to have the whole of Jenny’s discovery by Mandi and their conversation after, but I decided to split it up into two after it got a bit longer than I expected. Part 6 will be along shortly.

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Jenny is caught and makes an admission.

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Then my heart stopped when I heard the unmistakable voice of my best friend Mandi, “Hello? Hello? John, are you here?”

As soon as I heard Mandi’s voice, I snapped fully out of the submissive space I was in and was wide awake. I tensed up immediately, which is not the best idea when you’re getting relentlessly butt fucked by a machine. I let out an involuntary yelp of pain, which had the unfortunate side effect of attracting Mandi’s attention upstairs. Mandi called out again, “John, is that you? Are you OK?”

I heard footsteps pounding on the stairs as Mandi ran up, presumably to find the source of my pained cry. From the sounds of it, Mandi ran straight to my room, then started checking every room but the one she knew I never went into. I panicked, trying to figure out a way to stop the machine early, but in my horny eagerness I hadn’t wanted to be able to stop. The machine could be stopped from the laptop, but there was no way I was going to reach it.

Finally, having checked everywhere else, Mandi stopped in front of the door to my little sanctuary. At this point there was no way she couldn’t hear the fucking machine sloppily fucking my hole, so she was bound to come in to find out what the noise was.

I heard the door open, followed Erenköy travesti by a startled “What the fuck?”

I realized Mandi couldn’t see me yet, I was still hidden by the tall bed, so her confusion came from the room itself. She’d always known the space as my mom’s art studio, and now it was a young woman’s bedroom filled with some kinky stuff, including a gaming chair with restraints, multiple vibrators, and most importantly, a kinky trans girl currently getting stuffed.

Mandi quickly put the initial shock aside and came around the corner of the bed to investigate the sound. I was looking up and she immediately made eye contact with me, then took in the rest of my bound form. She stood still in confusion for a moment before finally speaking, “Dude, what the fuck?”

I looked up at Mandi and tried to make a pleading face and mumbled over and over past my gag, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” Mandi turned away thankfully so I didn’t have to look her in the eye anymore, saying “Oh my god, dude, that is fucked up. Turn that thing off and come downstairs. I have…a LOT of questions.”

Mandi started to walk back out of the room, and I cried out as best I could around my gag, “I gant gurn git goff!” Mandi paused and turned back around, “Oh god, did someone do this to you? How do I turn it off?”

I frantically gestured to the laptop with my head, the screen showing an obvious big red stop button along with the remaining timer. Mandi did her best not to look at me while she turned the laptop so she could see the screen. “Wait, this is your laptop. There’s a timer. You DID do this to yourself!” Mandi shook her head then pushed the stop button on the laptop and stood back up.

The machine immediately ceased and withdrew, and the restraints unlocked. Despite the tension Erenköy travestileri of the situation, the dildo withdrawing made me feel empty and I found myself a little sad about that. I got up in a kneeling position so I could used both hands to remove the gag, and Mandi looked back at me, catching a glimpse of my hairless body and then the cage between my legs. She actually stared at it while I was unbuckling the gag, blurting out “What the fuck is that?”

I got the gag out of my mouth and tried to speak, croaking out another apology and then grabbing the water bottle so I could wet my throat. Mandi took this pause to turn around again and walk out of the room, saying “Get cleaned up and meet me downstairs, we need to talk.” That was an understatement to say the least, but I was glad she wanted to talk instead of just leaving and never speaking to me again.

I got up and stretched a little, then headed into the bathroom. I wiped the drool off my face, and straightened out my hair a bit, which had gotten a little wild while I was getting wild. I decided if Mandi was going to learn the truth, she would learn the whole truth, so I started putting on some light makeup. I kept things pretty natural, or at least as natural as my still pretty amateurish skills could muster, a fairly neutral eye shade and a nude lip.

I was about to go back to the bedroom to find some clothes when I saw the plug I’d had in earlier. As soon as I saw it, I realized I was still feeling empty after getting off the machine and felt an irresistible urge to have it inside again. I lubed the plug and pushed it back up into my hole, moaning a little as it settled home into my sensitive and well fucked backside.

I grabbed some plain cotton panties, some casual leggings, and a soft cotton tank top. Travesti erenköy I wanted to be en-femme, but not overdo it the first time. I got myself collected, took a hit off my vape pen to help calm my nerves, and headed downstairs to accept my fate.

As I got downstairs, I found Mandi looking through the packaging I’d left strewn all over the floor and holding the paper instruction manual in her hand. Mandi had her back to me and hadn’t noticed me yet, so I stood watching her for a moment. Mandi flipped open the manual and thumbed through it, shaking her head. She mumbled, “This must have cost a fortune. Guess he can afford it, though, but still…”

I decided I’d better face the music so I came down the last few steps a little louder than necessary to let Mandi know I was there. She turned around and looked at me, the manual still in her hand, “John, what the fuck have you been up to? I mean, I know a boy left alone can get up to all sorts of weird shit, but I didn’t expect…,” she gestured around the room, “THIS!”

I blushed and tried to speak, letting out a little croak before clearing my throat, “It’s Jennifer.”

“What?”

“It’s Jennifer now. Jenny. I’m trans.”

Mandi stood dumbfounded for a moment before dropping the manual and walking over to me. She looked me in the eye, her gaze burning into my soul. Even though I was wearing clothes, I felt more naked than when she found me actually naked getting railed by a machine. After what seemed like an eternity, Mandi just nodded and then hugged me.

Mandi held me for quite a while, and I shivered, letting out a few little sobs. I had been so scared of how she would react when she found out, she was the only real connection to my old life from before the accident. She broke the hug, and held me out at arms’ length, “Jo…Jenny, you’re my best friend, and I love you. Your name and your gender don’t change that.” Mandi paused and looked at me a little harder, her voice a bit more firm, “But that doesn’t explain all this.”

Mandi took me by the hand, led me to the couch and pointed, “Sit. Tell me everything.”

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Around School After Hours…

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Walk around the school after hours and you’ll find anything… or at least that’s what the rumors promise.

Normally, I don’t pay much attention to them. I thought it was a myth that people say about high schools in the city to justify the reputation for being “whore academies.” Of course, there might be some truth to those rumors. All rumors do have some truth to them.

Obviously, I wouldn’t consider schools “whore academies.” I rather leave that insult to the angry masses that take it upon themselves to become paladins of morality; the very same ones who put the puritans in power whom outlawed all pornography. I should give them credit for doing a better at their job than pedantic nuns could ever do. However, after I caught Mrs. Jane in the middle of some… peculiar business, I can see the whole “whore academies” issue is… I guess a mislead truth?

It happened at dusk, after a very long day. It was a season for exams, and the math exam was next. Once the classes were over for the day, instead of going home, I decided to stay at school to study for a while. I had a couple of calculus problems where I struck out on every single attempt. I put my pride aside and gave up. The only way to solve them is with help. By this time, all teachers left, except for one who specializes in math: Mrs. Calleigh Jane.

I almost smiled. Mrs. Jane is the best math teacher in this school, and she is also a very memorable woman. A pity that I didn’t have her as my math teacher on this year; my final year…

Whatever. I thanked the remaining teacher at their lounge, and made my way towards the classroom where Mrs. Jane was. Without any warning, I opened the door and was about to greet her, but then I froze at the threshold. My voice turned into a gasp while she let out quite a sexy moan. It seems that I caught her a bit occupied.

The teacher was sitting behind the desk, with one foot on top of the table. Her blonde curls caressed her neck while her voice’s intensity lowered. One hand kept massaging what it looks to be a pretty big penis, while the other remained close to her lips. I took a step in, and quietly shut the door behind me. Then, I went into my shirt’s pocket, and hesitated.

“Nope, not a good idea,” I muttered to myself. She didn’t hear me. She was too preoccupied with herself. “Oh, fuck it.”

I took my phone off my pocket and pointed the camera at her. She kept masturbating for a good amount of five minutes in camera as I stepped closer. Then, I made my presence known.

“Professor!”

“Oh, fuck!” she yelled and put her leg down. The high heel made a very loud click.

In less than a second, her tanned cheeks turned into a rosy pink as she tried to hide an erection impossible to conceal. I kept filming while she brushed her hair.

“What were you doing?” I chuckled.

“Look, I-“

“It’s fine, Mrs. Jane,” I reassured her. “I just wanted to toy with you for a moment.”

“Ok… good,” she sighed, and I stopped filming. “I thought you were… What can I help you with, Naomi?”

“Well, I came here because I have some doubts with calculus, but I think you are pretty busy…”

“Please, don’t get me in trouble!”

“Professor, you’re fine! Even if I wanted to blackmail you, there’s nothing I could gain from you. Besides, shouldn’t you be at home? Or maybe home is not the right place to do it?”

My grin widened.

“Naomi!” she gasped and turned more red. “I… I mean, I was… taking a break?”

“I can see that,” I bit my lip.

Her cock still showed, and didn’t seem to go limp. Instead, it twitched under her skirt. Mrs. Jane is a very attractive woman, and knowing what she sports makes me want to switch teams for a day. Not a big deal, though. I like to play for both teams.

“Seriously, though, what do you need?”

“Well, let’s forget about math, because you’re the one who needs help right now.” I put my backpack down and sat at the edge of the desk before her, and showed her my white panties. “Do you feel lonely, professor? Or were you masturbating because you don’t have time or space at home? Or maybe is it that you like girls like me?” I caressed my pussy when I asked the last question.

Her hazel eyes peeled. “Naomi!” Bağdat caddesi travesti she quietly screamed.

“I think it would be awesome to have my first experience with a woman as dreamlike as you, professor.”

“Jesus…” she awkwardly chuckled, and looked away, but her cock came out of hiding. I giggled, and looked at it. That erection looked so painful to have, and it didn’t go away. She was into this.

“Could you at least answer one of my questions, Mrs. Jane?”

“That’s none of your business, Naomi.”

“Well, it became my business when I stepped in here,” I said, and slipped my hand inside my panties. “You can trust me, Mrs. Jane. I am a good listener. Any saucy secret you’d like to vent they’ll just go over my head.”

“What?”

“It means that I always forget secrets,” I laughed. “My dad told me a secret one day, and after a week, he made a joke referring to it that I didn’t get. Instead of explaining it to me, he just said that I’m really a tomb. I don’t know why I always forget secrets specifically, so…”

“That’s sweet, darling, but there’s nothing to say,” she smiled and caressed my thigh.

“Fine, then. I’ll take it that you have a kink for schoolgirls.” I winked and stood up. “But why stop there? I’m not the only 18-year-old student here, or is it that your hand is enough?”

“Naomi!” the way she raised her voice was enough for someone to peek through the door. Thankfully, it was late, so no one heard her. She sounded like I suggested something far worse than murdering the principal.

“I mean, I refuse to believe that a woman as beautiful as you, with no significant other, is jerking off here.”

She kept quiet. I leaned close to her, almost at the point of kissing her. Her perfume mesmerized me so badly that I wanted to bite her neck.

“You are a brilliant mind, yet you are quite stupid to understand what I’m saying,” I whispered. “I want to help with your… kink.”

Then, I kissed her neck.

Mrs. Jane let out a sigh and shivered. I figured her cock twitched, desperate for one of my holes.

“It is not a kink!” she said.

“I don’t care what you say, unless it’s a yes or a no…” I stepped back, and put a finger on my necktie’s knot. “I’ll be the teacher this time now, so here’s a question for you: how do you think I managed to live on my own since last December?”

With one smooth motion, the knot undid itself, and the silk purple tie slid off my shirt and fell upon my sneakers. I moved my hips side to side, like a lap dancer warming up before caressing her client’s shoulders. Mrs. Jane stared into my eyes, with a blank expression that made it difficult to assess her thoughts. Was she intrigued? Afraid? Uncomfortable? I didn’t know. It didn’t matter. What matters is that she looked into my hips as I was half-way through unbuttoning my shirt. She moved her eyes from left to right, back and forth, like there were glowing and floating numbers that needed to be put together. Then, she looked back into my eyes. The face she had was the same face someone always sees the camera when they know it’s filming.

“The late arrivals, the expensive jewelry, the boldness… You are a webcam model,” she said, deadpan.

I nodded and smiled. “A big one,” I said, opening my shirt.

“Hmm…”

The teacher saw me getting my phone off from my shirt’s pocket and fastening it on my skirt. Then, I took off the shirt and unclipped my bra. I took my time with it, looking at her and her twitching dick as she stared. The blush appeared again.

“Do you want to know what it feels to be with a schoolgirl gone wild, professor?” I asked, with my best flirting voice. “I may be a virgin, but I can suck your cock like no one ever has.”

I almost cringed visibly. I sounded like I oversold myself…

Still, the bra fell to the floor, and my erect nipples greeted her eyes. I couldn’t resist the temptation of squeezing my tits and rubbing my hands over them. I love it when people see me, even more when they are shy and reluctant, yet they can’t look away. My breasts might not be the biggest, but I can still do a mean titty fuck. At least on my biggest dildo I can.

Mrs. Jane rolled Bağdat caddesi travestileri the chair against the whiteboard. She really wanted to touch me, but kept glancing at the door. It was closed, but not locked, and its window remained uncovered. It took me less than thirty seconds to cover the window with one of those classroom posters after locking it. When I turned around, I caught her again with one hand busy. I hopped my way back just to bounce my titties. Maybe I should’ve brought my bunny ears.

“Does this make you feel better now?”

“It’ll only make me feel better if we replace the skirt, thigh highs, and sneakers with a bunny costume,” she joked, and moaned.

This time, she was beside the desk. The same foot she had on top of it was back up. Her eyes remained locked into my tits as I got closer. I caressed her cheek, and neck, looking right at her shiny cock. Precum covered its head, and it dripped down to the shaft.

I leaned down to kiss her and went on my knees. Then, I crawled my way to be between her legs, and gently bit her thigh. The teacher softly moaned and slowed down. She still seemed nervous.

I looked into her eyes and kissed her ballsack. Then, I stuck my tongue out and ran it from there all the way up to the tip, following through a thick vein that popped almost to the side. I tickled her peehole for a few moments before my lips embraced the mushroom head.

“Oh, fuck! Yes!”

Her eyes blanked out. Mrs. Jane ran her fingers over my hair, and finally relaxed. Her cock appeared to grow or throbbed while I worked it slow. It felt like my biggest dildo, but the texture was different. I dug my nails onto her inner thighs, turning her sighs into louder moans that made me giggle. I never sucked a real dick before, much less one that belongs to a beautiful woman…

I pulled out and licked her smooth balls again. Then, I sucked one of them, which made her moans turn ten decibels higher. Kinky thoughts started to come to my head. What if…

As I licked the vein again, I reached for my phone that’s still tucked on my skirt’s waistband. The first thing I did was to take a few selfies where I posed with her cock next to me, inside my mouth, and rubbing my face. Then I passed her the phone.

“Film me.”

She hesitated, but then nodded and pointed the camera at me. She gave me a sign when she started. I winked at the camera, and started sucking her for as long as I could. Her moans were exhilarating, and she never stopped caressing my hair.

She can’t hide it. She has a fetish for students, just like I do with people watching me. The thought about a clip from this video going viral on the Internet, and the spark of questions it’ll bring on my next session made my heart skip a beat. None of this was planned, yet here I was, doing the opposite of staying chaste.

I did right on asking her to film me. From my point, I could easily look into her eyes and into the camera simultaneously without ruining the connection with both her and the possible viewers. Time has passed, so it was easy to read her. Mrs. Jane’s blush vanished, as she gave up to the situation we put ourselves into. The teacher shivered, moaning slightly louder as I pushed her cock down my throat more often… until I saw on her eyes that something else was on her mind.

I thought about taking off the rest of my clothes, but I don’t want to give up my pussy just yet. Instead, I pulled out and started to play with my breasts. Her eyes brightened up, and her cock twitched again. I giggled and started to jerk her off.

“You can’t resist my tits, can you?” I asked, which was more for the camera than a question for her.

Of course, it was a stupid question. No one can resist them. Most of the times someone pays for C2C, I always end up seeing a man jerking off, with his penis focused. On a rare occasion, there’s the transgender girl that does the same, fully naked, but her angles are way more artistic and tasteful. It usually happens while I’m starting to undress, or whenever I am playing with my breasts. As much as I enjoy C2C, they can’t compare with actually standing close to someone. And the closer I was, the harder my nipples Travesti bağdat caddesi turned…

I couldn’t resist it. I embraced her cock with my tits in the same way I do it with my biggest dildo. Everyone wants to fuck my tits first, but this time, a teacher from my school managed to be the actual first.

Up and down, slowly, squeezing it good. I am not the biggest, but I have enough. Since I had no lube, I kept spitting on her cock to keep it sliding smoothly between my breasts. I giggled as she enjoyed herself with me. It feels like she was also part of the people who wanted a titty fuck from me. Maybe my true call for life is making fantasies come true. I mean, computer science was always the plan B.

Mrs. Jane’s moans started to be more frequent. Her dick turned very hard too. I stopped the titty fuck and went back to use my mouth, and finally, she stopped acting like the cute and shy teacher with a slutty side. Instead, she pulled my hair and held me in place, fucking my mouth like it was my pussy.

She did me so hard that I could feel my makeup running down my face. Her hips touched my nose each time she forced herself down my throat. Whenever I coughed, I made a mess that got worse and worse. I could also feel that I might need to change my panties.

Fuck, I needed her cock inside me, but I don’t want to give up my pussy just yet! This whole thing was a complete accident; I didn’t mean to catch her on the act. Besides, one of the reasons I love my job as a camgirl is because I prioritize the pleasure of others than my own.

Mrs. Jane lost her mind. There weren’t any words in her vocabulary other than “ah,” “god,” and “yes.” The only sentence that she pronounced clearly is that she was about to cum, and yet she didn’t stop fucking my throat violently. One long moan after, she suddenly stopped, and exploded inside my mouth.

Big spurts of delicious salty cum came down my throat. At first they choked me as they stuck on the wrong way. The cough was just as bad as holding her cock down my throat for so long…

When I pulled out, a string of cum squirted out and fell into my face. It was a long orgasm, and she had a lot to give. It’s like she didn’t have sex in a long time; no wonder why I caught her jerking off here! It might be a kink, but it was mostly a need.

Now I feel bad for saying all those things, like I’m slut shaming her… Nevertheless, I am happy that I helped her.

I kissed her cock a couple of times before she tapped my face with it. She stopped filming, and offered me back my phone.

“Take some photos of me in this state.”

Reluctantly, she sighed, and pointed the camera at me. After the first picture, she smiled, and instructed me to keep posing with her still-rigid cock, until it finally started to soften.

I stood up and put on my uniform again. Mrs. Jane gave me back my phone before tucking her cock under her panties, and put the skirt back on. The sun went down by this point, so she started to get her things.

When we were ready to go, she kissed me.

“Naomi…”

“Yeah?”

“Why don’t you come to my place tomorrow, after class? That way I can help you with your calculus exercises.”

I thought about it for a moment. My pussy, still wet, said yes before I could agree.

“After school?”

“After school,” she nodded. “Who knows? Maybe you can get yourself a cam partner too,” she awkwardly grinned. “By the way, as long as my face doesn’t show, you can post any of that on the Internet,” she winked, and opened the door.

We left the school together, and went our different ways.

On the bus ride back home, the entire event kept repeating in my head. I didn’t even know I had a hand on my crotch all the way back home until I reached a climax before my stop. Half-way through the commute, Mrs. Jane sent me a message. It was a selfie, taken before a full sized mirror, Her face remained hidden by the phone, but her naked body was one that I somehow envied, despite having a good figure myself. She looks so much hotter when she’s wearing nothing but high heel pumps.

“There’s a math problem you need to answer before we start practicing tomorrow,” she wrote. “Based on the picture, what do you think my measurements are?”

“The perfect hourglass measurements,” I replied. “As for your cock, though? Nine inches, just like my biggest dildo.”

“You are right!”

She sent me a dick picture this time, with a tape measure. Indeed, it was nine inches long. That’s what got me fingering without care about my surroundings.

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…Never the Bride.

Growing up I always knew there was something different about me. I didn’t fit in with the other boys in school, I wasn’t into sports and all my friends were always girls. At a young age, I didn’t understand sexuality and always assumed that I would end up marrying a woman and having children. But as I got older, things started to make more sense to me. By the time I reached university, I had a close group of friends were all women. When we’d be going on a night out, they’d all start getting changed in front of me and I wasn’t checking them out. The one thing I was checking out was their lingerie and how I’d really like to try it on.

Eventually by the time I was 21, I came out as gay and it was a weight lifted from my shoulders. None of my friends were shocked, they were more surprised it had taken me this long to come out to them. From 21 to 23, were what I would class as my experimenting phase. I tried topping but I didn’t feel like I was getting enough out of that, so I found myself an older man who was willing to fuck me for the first time. And that was the best decision I’d ever made. He fucked the cum out of my cock whilst I screamed underneath him and from that night onwards, I was 100% a bottom. Shortly after that night, I was able to move into my own place where over the next couple of years I slept with around 30 different men, but I’d never had a relationship. I stayed safe whenever I could, but immediately signed up to get myself on PrEP.

The one thing I kept from my friends, was my newfound love of women’s panties. I had thrown away all but a couple of pairs of my male underwear and now exclusively wore panties. When at work, I always wore black or white bikini briefs so that if anybody spotted them it wouldn’t be obvious that I was wearing women’s underwear. I always made it clear when meeting men that wearing panties was my preference but if they weren’t into it, I could either wear boring boxers or go commando.

I also already had a feminine figure. I was very slim, only around 5ft 4 inches tall so I was the perfect size and shape if men wanted to throw me around the bedroom. I signed up for a gym membership purely to work on my ass until I’d developed a nice little bubble butt. And by the time I was 25, I grown out my long blonde hair so that it was just past my shoulders. I quite liked having it pulled when someone was fucking me from behind. But like most people over here in the UK, I was stuck in a lockdown when COVID hit. Going two years without sex was an absolute killer for me and there was only so much a dildo could make up for.

But I think it’s selfish of me to complain too much when my best friend had put her wedding on hold for two years. My best friend Katie was due to marry her long-term partner Cassie abroad before the pandemic. Katie and Cassie were complete opposites when it came to looks. Katie had long blonde hair that went down to the middle of her back, while Cassie had short hair that she dyed a dark shade of a purple on a regular basis. Cassie had tattoo’s all over her body where Katie had none. They were both attractive women but when they told people they were together, the reaction was always shock.

I’d known Katie since school. We’d been best friends since we were 14. That meant my Mom was good friends with Katie’s parents. My Dad would’ve been to, but unfortunately, he passed away when I was young. Luckily, my Mom and Katie’s parents were both very understanding and didn’t care about our sexuality as long as we were happy. I still hadn’t brought a man home to my Mom but thankfully she wasn’t the pushy type.

We’d had to cancel the bachelorette parties and luckily, they were able to get a refund for most of the things we’d pre-arranged. Thankfully though, the pandemic had moved on and we were able to get on with re-arranging the wedding and parties. All the plans had completely changed. Nothing would be taking place abroad. The wedding would take place in the Welsh countryside and the venue had hotel rooms and lodges where people could stay overnight. And the bachelorette party was now going to be a night away in York which was a long journey from London.

Our group of friends were all very LGBT friendly, with many of us either being gay or bisexual. We had some straight friends as well and they were very supportive of us all when we were on nights out where we might face some form of abuse. When they originally organised the wedding, Katie had asked me to be her groomsman or bridesmaid, I’m not entirely sure what the term is when you’re supporting two brides. And Cassie had chosen her best friend Jane to be her chief bridesmaid. Jane was bisexual and was currently in a long-term relationship with her boyfriend Chris.

So, one Saturday in the build up to the bachelorette parties, the four of us met up in our local pub so we could finalise the plans of how we were going to get there and how many would be going. Everything was going smoothly as we quickly sorted out the different plans and we all agreed Anadolu yakası travesti on everything so there was no need for any arguments. That just left us to have a few drinks and a catch up. We were approaching summer in the UK, so the weather was warm enough for us to move to one of the benches outside. We found one in the corner where nobody would be sat behind us. I sat next to Katie with Cassie and Jane sitting on the other side. After a while, Cassie and Jane headed into the bar to get us our next round of drinks whilst Katie quickly nipped inside to use the toilets.

Katie got back first and walked around the table behind me and sat back down next to me. She dropped her bag onto the floor and leaned into me, ‘are you wearing lacey underwear?’ She asked me with a big grin on her face.

I’d completely forgotten, but because I’d come from home, I hadn’t thought about changing into my usual bikini briefs which were a lot more discreet than the Victoria’s Secret thong I was wearing now. I reached behind me and could feel the lace on the waistband on the thong before pulling my t-shirt down to cover it. ‘Do you want to say that a bit louder? I don’t think the family on the other side of the car park heard you,’ I said with a bit of an annoyed tone in my voice.

‘So?’ Katie looked at me with a blank expression on her face and when I gave her the same one back, she said, ‘explain?’

‘What’s there to explain?’ I replied to her. ‘I like wearing women’s underwear.’

‘Since when?’ She seemed amused by the whole thing.

‘The last few years, I literally only own panties now.’ I said feeling a little more comfortable about the situation.

‘Oh my god,’ she grabbed a hold of my arm. ‘I have such a good idea now; you’re going to love it. You can be my bridesmaid at the wedding. Like an actual bridesmaid.’

‘What do you mean?’ I was confused.

‘You can dress up, we’ll get you a dress, you’ll look amazing. Please say yes.’ She pleaded with me.

Before I had chance to respond, Cassie and Jane were heading back towards the tables with the drinks before retaking their seats. As we continued talking, I could see that Katie was on edge and really wanted to tell the table what she’d discovered about me. She kept looking across at me and smiling and then looking over at Cassie, I wasn’t bothered if she told them, I wish she’d just stop acting so weird.

‘Why are you two acting so weird?’ Cassie asked. ‘What happened while we were gone?’

Katie looked back across with me, like she was asking for permission to tell them. I looked at her and said, ‘go on, you’ve been dying to tell them since they got back.’

Katie clapped her hands in excitement and then told the other two to come closer, so they started leaning over the table. ‘James wears women’s panties.’ Cassie and Jane both gasped, putting their hands over their mouths. At least none of them laughed which was what I was most concerned about.

‘How does everything fit in there?’ Cassie asked after a little while.

‘It just does,’ I blushed a little bit. ‘You just buy panties that can hold everything in place and for me that’s a lot of them.’

Everyone around the table laughed. ‘I’m a grower not a shower, what can I say?’ I shrugged my shoulders. And it was true. When completely soft I was usually around 3 inches, maybe 4 at a push. But when fully erect, I was a good 7 inches and thick.

‘So, back to my idea,’ Katie started before looking across to Cassie and Jane. ‘I thought it would be such a good idea for James to be my actual bridesmaid. We could help him dress up, it’s a good idea, isn’t it?’

Katie was looking, pleading with Cassie and Jane to agree with her. ‘It’s an amazing idea,’ Cassie said. ‘But that’s only if James is okay with it. We’re not going to force him into a dress for our wedding.’

Katie turned her attention to me, giving me her best puppy dog eyes. ‘What do you think?’ She asked me.

I mulled it over and thought about it. Secretly, I’d been thinking of dressing up for a while. I loved women’s clothes, and I could everything in my sizes including the shoes which was good. ‘We can give it a try,’ I said before Katie jumped on me and hugged me. ‘But what do we tell our parents?’ I asked. With us being such close friends, my parents were invited to the ceremony but couldn’t make the reception so they would still see me during the day. And of course, Katie’s parents would be there.

Katie pondered on it for a little while. ‘We’ll tell them all together. They can come round ours and we’ll tell them at the same time, we’ll go shopping beforehand and they can then see what you’ll look like.’

Suddenly I felt very nervous but agreed to ahead with the plan. We agreed to do it next weekend, that way I could tell them before the bachelorette party. And Katie’s plan was to have me out dressed for that weekend. All in all, I’d have to be out in public 3 times, the party, the dress fitting, and the actual wedding. After the night Anadolu yakası travestileri in the pub, the following week seemed to go by slowly. I spent a lot of time online trying to figure out my size and what kind of outfits I thought I’d suit.

I invested in some more lingerie, this time focusing on bras and bodysuits. I was even lucky enough to still get some matching bras to the panties I already had. I also made a small investment in some fake breasts. They were only a B cup, so were small enough that people wouldn’t notice but still gave me some extra curves on my chest. I started to look at my figure in the mirror and was so thankful for the ass that I’d worked for. It was an ass that most women would love, and I was so proud of it. On the Friday, I took the next step. I’d bought some hair removal cream and some razors and all though I didn’t have a lot of body hair, when I had a shower than evening, I removed everything apart from my hair and when I slept that night, the panties felt so good.

When Saturday came around, I was full of nervous excitement, Katie picked me up in the morning. I just had a t-shirt and some jeans on as we made our way to our local tube station before heading into London to go around the shops. By the time we returned to Katie’s house, I had about 10 full bags of clothes and shoes. And my bank card was in the middle of having a meltdown. We were sat having a cup of tea when Katie’s parents and my Mom arrived. My stomach started to do somersaults as we sat and chatted. I was just waiting for Katie to start the conversation.

‘So, as you know the wedding is fast approaching,’ here she goes I thought, taking deep breaths. ‘And James here, was going to be my best man, bridesmaid or whatever you call a guy supporting a bride. But you see, we have something different planned.’

‘James is going to become my chief bridesmaid,’ she said after a long pause. I looked around the room and tried to see what the reaction was, but nobody seemed to flinch.

‘I think it’s a great idea,’ my Mom was the first to speak up. ‘I think you’d look amazing.’

Katie’s parents also agreed and for the first time, I felt quite calm at the situation. ‘In that case,’ Katie started again. ‘We’re going to head off upstairs and when we come back, I suppose you’ll get your first look at James… or should we say Jamie now?’

Katie took me by the hand and took me up to her bedroom. Once we were in there, she turned to me and told me to strip. I did as I was told, not without awkwardness as I was stood there in a pair of pink bikini panties and nothing else whilst she watched. She then handed me a robe which I quickly put on and fastened before she sat me down in front of her vanity mirror.

She handed me a bobble and I tied my hair up into a bun, so it was out of my face. And for the next twenty minutes or so, I was at her mercy as she applied make-up whilst I just sat there and waited to see what the result was. By the time she was nearly finished, she started to apply some lipstick which felt strange before asking me to put my lips around some tissue which is when I saw that the lipstick was a shade of pink. The final thing she did was take my hair out of the bobble and use a curling iron to style my hair. When that was done, she asked me to turn around so I could look in the mirror.

‘Holy shit,’ was my first response when I saw myself. ‘I look so different.’ Luckily, I didn’t have much of an Adam’s apple so I could easily pass as female when I looked like this.

‘It’s not the best, but it was quick and on the day of the wedding we have a make-up artist who will do it all for you. Are you happy with it?’ She asked nervously.

‘Happy? I don’t think I’ve ever looked better.’ I gently touched my face to make sure it was me still.

She hugged me from behind before suggesting that I put some clothes on before our parents think we’ve ran off together. She handed me a white summer dress that was figure hugging on the top half and quite flowing on the bottom. Once I had the dress on, she finished the look by handing me some brown sandals and that’s when we decided I’d need to get my fingers and toes painted before going out in public.

Katie held my hand as I made my way downstairs and into the living room as our parents all stopped what they were doing and looked in my direction. Katie’s parents were all full of compliments for how good I looked. My Mom sat there with a gasp and her hands covering her mouth, she looked slightly emotional. I was an only child and had always thought about whether my Mom had wanted a daughter.

‘You look beautiful,’ she finally said before standing up and hugging me.

‘Thanks Mom,’ I said. ‘I can’t take all the credit, 99% of it was all Katie’s hard work.’ That made her laugh. ‘Do you think I look okay?’

‘You look perfect,’ she said as her hands cupped my face.

I gave them all a twirl again, making sure not to flash my panties before heading back upstairs. Travesti Anadolu yakası ‘Maybe have a better choice of underwear colour next time,’ my Mom called out to me as I was on the stairs. I hadn’t even noticed but my pink panties were obvious through the white dress.

After I’d gotten changed, Katie helped take my make-up off before helping me to my Mom’s car with all the bags I’d gotten from the shopping. I was going to need a whole new wardrobe to deal with all this. Mom drove me home and helped me into my apartment with my bags. As she was leaving, she gave me another hug, and told me how proud my Dad would be. That made us both cry before we pulled ourselves together and she headed home.

The bachelorette party was next weekend. So, throughout the week, I bought myself some make-up and started to practice on myself two or three times a day depending on whether I was at work. As the weekend got closer, I felt comfortable enough to be able to do my own make-up if I wanted to travel to York dressed. I also had another spending spree and bought more lingerie and clothes, so I had plenty of options for the weekend.

By the time Saturday came around, I had a decision to make. There would be 15 of us travelling to York on two minibuses. I would be on the bus with Katie, Cassie, Jane and the two Mom’s. And then they each had five friends coming each who would be travelling on the other bus. As a last-minute decision, I decided that I wanted to travel as Jamie. I packed some guy clothes just in case I bottled it at the last minute. But I got showered, got rid of any hair on my body and then got dressed. I chose a simple pair of white panties and bra. And then for comfort I chose a pair of my new joggers which had juicy written across the bottom, a simple spaghetti strap top which showed off my little tits with my fake ones inserted into my bra and then I had the matching jacket for the joggers. In my bag, I also packed anything I would need in case I got a little lucky on the night out, I’d asked for my own room overnight just in case I had the opportunity.

I made my way out onto the bus and prepared myself for the long journey. Initially they were all shocked at my decision to travel dressed, but I already felt so comfortable as Jamie, so I just had to. Once they got over the first shock we started drinking. We had a couple of stop offs on the way before we finally made it into York. As we were getting off our bus, the other people were just arriving and making their way into the hotel. Jane’s partner had travelled up on the other bus and he was standing with another guy who was fit. I wouldn’t kick him out of bed in the morning if I woke up next to him. He was the only other guy on the trip apart from me and Jane’s partner. The rest were all women and a couple of them I recognised. The others I hadn’t met before. One of them was stunning though. She had long blonde hair and was wearing a strapless top without a bra underneath showing off her perky nipples. She’d also travelled in comfort and was wearing a pair of leggings which turned see through in the right light, revealing her leopard print underwear underneath.

‘Where’s James?’ Jane’s partner asked when we were all off the bus.

‘SHE’S already here,’ Katie said pointing me out to Chris.

‘Fuck off,’ he shouted me when he saw me.

‘No way is that James,’ Megan said, who I recognised as one of Katie’s friends.

Chris walked towards me, ‘is it really you?’

‘Yes, it’s really me,’ I said in the feminine voice I’d been practicing all week.

‘Prove it,’ Chris stood with his hands on his hips.

There was only one way I could prove it and it was a drunken mistake I’d made when I’d turned 18. We were on our first holiday abroad and we all decided to get a tattoo, the one I went for was a pair of red lips on my ass cheek with the letter ‘K’ underneath to represent Katie’s name. So, when Chris told me to prove it, I put my bags down and pulled my joggers down enough so he could see my tattoo.

‘Fuck, it is him.’ He finally accepted, ‘you look amazing.’

Once we got that out the way, we all headed inside and checked in. Luckily, my room was next to Cassie and Katie. Their Moms were further down the hall sharing a room as well. The rest of us were sporadically all over the same floor. I unpacked my things and started showering as we only had just over an hour before we were meeting up. We only had today, so we wanted to make the most of the time we had. I jumped in the shower and made sure I was thoroughly clean. Once I was done, I put on my complimentary hotel robe and headed next door.

Katie was already waiting for me and walked me to their vanity table. After about 30 minutes or so, I was done and looked just as fabulous as I did the other day. This time she straightened my hair for me, and I realised how long it was as it reached the middle of my back. Finally, she helped paint my fingers and toes a lovely shade of red which would match my outfit when I was ready. When I was all done, she sent me on my way, so I went back to my room and started to get dressed. I’d been planning my outfit all week and eventually settled for a pair of tight blue skinny jeans with a red lace bodysuit and a small pair of black heels. Underneath I went for a matching red lingerie set with thong panties and a lace bra that was see through.

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A Night Out

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Brat

Struggling to think, my arms shaking with effort to support myself, I could only moan as I felt the cock in my ass slide in and out of me tantalisingly slow. Mistress Carla, my partner and world, smiled behind me as she watched my futile attempts at trying to cum. For years she had enjoyed thrusting her collection of cocks inside of me, and knew exactly how to force an orgasm out of my willing, desperate little hole.

However, it also meant she knew how not to…

I whimpered, wanting to bed and plead with her for an orgasm, but my words couldn’t formulate in my mind. Every attentive power I possessed was focused on her cock, her beautifully thick cock, slowly and carefully penetrating me, a gentle rub over my g-spot. I could feel how close I was, the eagerness tingling in the tip of my caged clit, straining against the 3D printed bars that had encased it off and on for years now.

Trapped under her control, feeling those strong and dominant hands grip and rub my ass, I could only moan, succumbing to her power. We both knew how I adored being her toy, her plaything, her pet. How I blushed excitedly every time she called me her good girl. How eager I was to show off for her, regardless of how humiliated I felt. Despite the desperate need for an orgasm I felt surging through my body, I knew deep down that was no longer something I had or wanted control over.

Mistress Carla pushed her cock deep inside of me, feeling her body heat against my ass, shivering as I yet again came so close. She reached between my legs, rubbing my excited clit as I whimpered, feeling the straining and futile attempt it constantly made to escape its pink prison. Satisfied with the state she had fucked me into, Mistress gently pulled out, leaving me on the bed with my ass high in the air, gaping and wishing to be filled once more.

Stripped of her temporary cock, she quickly slid a plug inside of me, sighing as I felt that familiar feeling of fullness return. Leaning against the headboard, she pulled me to her chest, running hands through my hair as I melted into her strong form, trying and failing to ignore my clit. Her wandering hands made that even less possible, as she rubbed and squeezed my cage, bringing glistening fingers to my lips. I was tormented with the taste of the orgasm denied to me once more, greedily sucking her clean as she kept the aching in my clit to a constant pulse.

“Don’t worry, baby girl,” Mistress Carla said, that soft whisper so close to my ear, “I’ll let you cum soon enough. We just need you to be nice and desperate for our date Friday.” I blushed, still unable to formulate any words, leaning against her for support. She had been teasing me about a ‘surprise’ date night, something she held over me about once a month. I always enjoyed being feminine for her to some degree, but nights like these were my favourite.

She’d spend hours getting us both ready, ensuring everything was exactly how she imagined it. Dresses, heels, albeit mine were always far more feminine, Mistress would drag me into all sorts of trouble. Sometimes it was dancing, drinks with friends, even just a games night. One of her favourite pastimes was finding men for me to suck, often holding me in place between her legs, watching as I looked up at both of them, being a good girl. I liked sucking cock well before I met my Mistress, but doing it for her…was on an entirely new level of excitement!

After letting me cool off from her slow, teasing fuck, Mistress gently tapped my nose with one finger. Our little fun sign that she had a need for my tongue, regardless of what I was in the middle of. I could be in the middle of cooking dinner, halfway through watching a hockey game, or even sound asleep, that meddlesome finger would tap away, and I’d instinctively sink to my knees like her good girl.

Still floating in subspace, I giggled as I slowly slid down her body, kissing as I went. Mistress Carla smiled, a happy sigh escaping her lips as she spread her legs slightly, welcoming her good girl in between them, a hand firmly embedded in my hair as my tongue found her clit. Soon I heard her moaning above me, gripping me tightly as I licked and sucked exactly how I had been taught. Like my Mistress, I too knew exactly what she liked, wanted, and needed.

As she came for the first time, shaking as she held me down against her pussy, I moaned along with her. There was something about giving an orgasm to someone who denied your own, to feeling my clit aching at the injustice, watching her breath heavily as she enjoyed what had been teased and stolen from me. Mistress smiled seeing the fire in my eyes below her, the desperation I felt watching her cum, the tightness in my clit as it strained once more.

Sighing contently, she pushed me back down, moaning once more through my licks and sucking, using my tongue to her heart’s content. Eventually she relented, breathing heavily as I was pulled up to her chest once more, smiling down at her good girl. I blushed, whimpering as my clit ached desperately Belek travesti watching her cum over and over, listening to her happy praises wash over me.

Mistress gently brushed a hand through my hair, listening to the tiny whimpers of frustration leaving my lips, every so often leaning down to kiss my forehead. I hugged her tightly, finally able to fall asleep in her arms, welcomed by my tormented dreams as I imagined Mistress’ big cock forcing every drop of cum I had out of my body.

Waiting for Friday felt like an eternity.

The next night I donned my pink maid outfit, ensuring everything was in place exactly how she wished, mincing my way around the apartment. Mistress watched with hunger in her eyes as I cleaned, barely paying attention to the book resting in her lap. Always one to play, I made sure to give extra care to all the things around her, bending over seductively every chance I could. If she was going to keep me denied, frustrated, and on edge, then I was happily going to be a brat about it!

However all my charade earned me was a place over her lap, replacing the book she had abandoned, a constant mix of moans and cries as she reddened my ass with a sound spanking. At least that night I had something other than the aching strain of my clit to keep me company. But each night leading up to her surprise I was left in the same state, whimpering against her chest as I tried to fall asleep, the need reinforcing itself and building up inside of me.

When Friday finally arrived, we both were a bit giddy getting home from work. Mistress gave me nothing but an apron to cook with, the soft fabric teasing my poor clit as I tried to focus. She was in and out of our room, making preparations, pausing only to wander into the kitchen, pinning me to the counter for a flurry of rubbing, teasing, and kissing. My mind was a fog of sexual energy, wanting nothing more than to be taken by her then and there.

But my torment was not yet over, cleaning up dinner as she disappeared once more. Eventually I was called to the bathroom, sitting me down for my transformation. Mistress gently placed the blonde wig on my head, brushing and setting it to her liking. Bangs brushed my forehead, already feeling myself fall into my more feminine persona, staring up at her longingly as she began applying mascara, lashes, lipstick, blush, and concealer. Mistress Carla wasn’t one for make-up, but she adored turning me into her little doll.

Sitting in front of the mirror, the strong arms of the woman I loved carefully holding me still, I had to admit I adored it as well.

As she playfully tickled my nose with the brush for a final time, Mistress moved away so I could see her handiwork in the mirror. I gasped, always amazed at what she could turn me into, far more feminine in my mind than reality. But there I was, her pretty girl for the evening, my hair framing my face perfectly. Each time she did this reveal I had to fight back my tears, not wanting to ruin all her hard work. Mistress carefully cupped my chin, kissing my newly made red lips deeply.

“Are you ready to be my good girl for the evening, Rory?” Eagerly I nodded, enthralled with my lover, owner, Mistress, and partner. She smiled, her eyes showing a mischievous glint, as the rest of my attire had yet to be spoiled. Taking my hand, she led me into our bedroom, soon resting a hand on her shoulder as she slid stockings up my shaved legs, shivering from the sensation. My poor clit was already in wondrous agony, straining desperately as I was turned into the perfect woman for my Mistress.

A corset with built-in garters, one of our collective favourite pieces for me, helped give a more feminine form, as well as keeping my stockings nice and snug. The snug feeling around my waist, the straps digging into my thighs all evening, all of which just enhanced exactly how I wished to feel for my Mistress. She took a few teasing photos of me, forced into poses, never knowing exactly how many people she showed them to.

I moaned as she walked behind me, running her hands up and down my stockings, playfully snapping at my straps. The only consolation to how desperate I felt, was knowing just how eager my Mistress was as well. I could feel it in her touch, the excited energy built up between us, the promise of an unforgettable evening. The desire in her eyes as she stared into mine was intoxicating. With a smirk, she pulled away, moving slowly towards the closet.

With a dramatic reveal (which was mostly her waving her arms in front of the closet like a dork), Mistress Carla pulled out my dress for the evening, and for the second time I gasped in surprise.

I had several dresses she had purchased for nights like this, often tweaking them to fit my bigger form. But this one was new, and I immediately loved it. A flowing black skirt, with multiple tiers showing transparency in the silky fabric, unable to stop myself running a hand up and down it with glee as Mistress held it out for me.

A Belek travestileri belt of spandex held the skirt to the top of the dress, a perfect juxtaposition from the gold, glittery top. No sleeves, the neckline coming right to the top, perfect for girls like me who only had access to ‘temporary’ breasts. I couldn’t take my eyes off it, the light bouncing beautifully off of the sparkles and flecks of gold. Mistress giggled seeing my excitement, leaving me to gawk as she fitted my bra and boobs in place, hugging me from behind as they were clipped in place.

“It’s…it’s beautiful Mistress.” I could barely contain my excitement, eager to try it on. Mistress Carla smiled behind me, gently kissing my neck, squeezing my exposed ass as I moaned against her body.

“Just a few more things and then I will let you try it on, baby girl.” I whined impatiently at her, but she simply playfully spanked my ass, taking out a pink princess plug and some lube. Gripping my ankles, I bent over as requested, groaning as she effortlessly slid it inside of me, sitting comfortably right against my g-spot. Each step would send jolts of excitement through my body, especially in the heels she planned for me to wear.

Sliding a pair of silky panties up my legs, just barely sliding between my asscheeks, clit now snugly held in place. Satisfied, Mistress held the dress out in front of me to step into, watching me brimming with excitement as it slid up my body, the light fabric of the skirt already teasing my nylon covered legs. Feeling her zip it shut, trapped in for the evening, I couldn’t help but giggle, twirling around to see how the skirt flared around me, only to return to its original shape.

I felt like a princess.

Mistress watched my giddy excitement, a giant smile plastered on my face. I playfully pranced up and down our bedroom, unable to stop myself from swishing back and forth. She finally put a stop to my shenanigans, needing to add some matching gold earrings and glittering heels. I squealed with excitement as she slid them on my feet, feeling complete and ready for whatever she had in store for me.

Finished getting me ready, Mistress had me help her into her own dress, a deep red that seemed to hug every part of her. No heels, no nylons, and very little make-up, I whimpered as she finalised her look in the mirror. The dress showed off her strong legs, exposed shoulders and toned arms, leaving me only slightly drooling from the wondrous sight of her.

Walking towards me, placing a hand on my fake breasts, Mistress showed me one final surprise for the evening. Taking my wrist, she calmly wrapped a beautiful thin gold chain around me, clicking the clasp shut. I giggled, gently playing with the tiny lock hanging off of it. She smiled, holding my hand in both of hers.

“I figured you could use a reminder through the evening of your status. You know, as my locked little slut.” I rolled my eyes at her, failing to hide my smile.

“I think this dress will make a reminder of my cage unnecessary Mistress!” She smiled, shrugging innocently, her hands never leaving mine. Moving them to my waist, I rested my arms around her neck, feeling beautiful in her arms as she pulled me close. I towered over her in my heels, yet her demeanor always made me feel utterly small, left a submissive mess in her presence.

Mistress gripped me tighter, pulled in and pressed right against her, moaning softly as she stared deeply into my eyes. One hand made its way underneath my chin, gently pulling me down to her lips. She whispered right against my mouth, feeling her hot breath against my skin.

“Are you ready to be my good girl tonight?” I whimpered, pulled in so tightly against her. Staring into those beautiful eyes, the eyes that I could ensure I did whatever she requested, I nodded softly. Smiling, Mistress raised herself up onto her toes, planting a soft gentle kiss on my lips. Left in a daze, I felt her pull me out of the room, out of our apartment, and out into the world.

Walking downtown, our hands entwined, Mistress kept me distracted with humour, knowing how self-conscious and anxious being out as Rory made me feel. As much as I enjoyed it, and knew my Mistress did as well, I was still left feeling like a giant, wishing I could be a tiny, cute girl. Yet, holding hands with the woman I loved, wearing one of the most beautiful dresses I had ever seen, I wouldn’t trade this moment with any other in the world.

We arrived at one of our local clubs, clinging to my Mistress for support. Before I could even get my bearing she dragged me to the dance floor, teasing me by pulling on the skirt of my dress. I could only giggle, following her lead and twirling away, feeling my confidence return as she spun me around. The silky fabric flowed around me as I danced, twirled, and moved, reinforcing that feminine persona I loved so much.

The night of dancing continued, with pauses for drinks and conversation. While we caught our breath at a table, sipping down Travesti Belek some much needed water, Mistress smiled at a man casually approaching us. Taller than me in heels, I instantly blushed, unable to even look at his bearded, beautiful face.

Damien, as we soon found out, asked Mistress Carla if he could dance with me (COMPLETELY IGNORING ME, RUDE!!), to which she happily agreed to with a laugh. My blush deepened, glaring at them both as he led me back to the dance floor, clit aching immediately as soon as he held my hand. I both hated and loved the effect handsome, confident men had on me!

His arms wrapped around my waist, pulled against his chest, I moaned into the loud music as we grinded together, soon finding my head resting against his chest. Involuntarily my hands moved behind his head, running through that short, coarse hair, my body relenting to his movements. I was swept up in our little moment, losing track of time or how many songs had passed, somewhat shaken as he led me back to my grinning, knowing Mistress.

I chose the mature route of refusing to make eye contact with either of them.

However my attention was drawn as Mistress pulled Damien down to her level, whispering in his ear, those devious eyes never leaving me. I glared back at her, unsure of what plan she was concocting, knowing it would lead to some form of humiliation on my end. Sure enough, the grin spreading across Damien’s face confirmed it, finding myself being pulled along by her, with Damien in tow.

Finding what she sought, Mistress pulled the three of us into a hidden dark corner, the muffled music playing in the background. Placing a firm hand on my shoulder, I whimpered as I sank to my knees, knowing what that subtle touch meant. Brushing hair behind my ear, Mistress sent one of her intoxicating whispers coursing through my mind.

“Damien says that you teased him on that dance floor, Rory.Tsk tsk. That isn’t nice.” I whined, pouting and trying to protest. But she shushed me, running fingers through my wig, her other hand gently wrapping around my throat. “Such a bad girl. I think you owe it to him to fix this situation, don’t you baby girl?” I whimpered, staring up at Damien, rubbing his cock through his pants, an excitement glinting in his eyes.

I played along, protesting just a bit more at Mistress Carla, before accepting I had been a ‘bad girl’, agreeing to pay for my transgressions. After a quick look down the hallway, Mistress nodded to Damien with a smile, watching eagerly as he freed his cock, unsurprisingly hard and ready to be played with. I stared at it hungrily, always enjoying playing with cocks since Mistress locked mine away so many years ago.

With a gentle nudge from behind me, I gripped his beautiful cock with one hand, stroking it up and down to ensure it was ready for my mouth. Moaning, I kissed and sucked on his balls, listening to the groans he emitted mixing with the music. I only lasted a few moments before running my tongue from the base of his cock to the tip, far too excited to have it in my mouth.

I could feel Mistress Carla’s excitement behind me, her body pressed hard into mine, resting between her legs. She loved watching me suck cock. Whether it was hers, or a real one, I often found myself in all sorts of positions, with Mistress proudly and happily watching on as I was a good girl. Feeling her support, I eagerly devoured Damien, quickly feeling his pubic hair tickling my nose.

“Fuck me, wow.” Damien exclaimed, smiling in shock as I took all of him in my mouth. I continued to service his wonderful cock, listening to Mistress laugh with pride behind me.

“Yes, my Rory is quite the slut. I am very proud of her.” Damien groaned hearing this, feeling his cock harden even further inside of me. One hand gently cupping and rubbing his balls, I sucked him as deep as I could, desperately wanting his cum swirling around my tongue. He groaned, tensing up as I refused to relent, Mistress holding my head firmly still with two hands.

Damien groaned, tensing and twitching, as I bobbed my head up and down his shaft. I giggled in surprise as I felt the first spurt of cum make its way into my mouth, not slowing my devotion to his cock in the slightest. I listened with pride as he groaned, cock twitching with each jet of cum leaving his body, soon left empty and sensitive as I moved my lips back to the tip, trying to lick and suck every drop he had for me.

He finally shuddered, pulling away as I giggled, now proudly holding a mouth full of cum. I stared up, locking eyes with my Mistress, that proud look on her face. She smiled down at me, offering a gentle nod, watching as I dutifully swallowed all of his cum, showing her and Damien a clean, empty, and happy tongue.

“That was fucking amazing.” Damien smiled, moaning from being over stimulated as I cleaned off his cock one final time. Satisfied, I let him put it away, pouting that my time with my new toy was over. Mistress handed Damien her card, thanking him for allowing me to service him.

“I think Damien, that my Rory would enjoy playing with you in the future.” He laughed, the tiniest hint of a blush in his cheeks, admitting that he’d like that as well. With a nod, he left, Mistress hugging me from behind while I remained on my knees.

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Virginity Lost By Rape

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Virginity Lost By Rape

I try to write in a generally fun tone, and to be honest, most of my experiences with guys have been fun. There have been some wild adventures, some nerve wracking adventures, and a whole lot of steamy sex, but my introduction to being a sissy for men wasn’t of my choosing. I’ll give a brief background of what led up to that night, then follow with the details.

As I’m typing this, I am realizing that this is the first time in my life that I have ever acknowledged out loud to anyone that I was actually raped, just like a defenseless girl. It’s sort of blowing my mind to confront the reality of the situation. If you’re reading this story, then I obviously made it through the recollection process and forged ahead, no matter how painful.

I’ve told a story about this guy, Brad, on here already. It’s called “Three Firsts In One Hazy Crystal Clear Night.” He was the first cock I ever sucked, and the first guy to catch me wearing panties. He was the only guy who knew about my sissy side for the first 30 years of my life. We would both hook up with girls as well, but after we had hooked up with each other, and if we were ever alone, we would hook up. He would bring me lingerie to wear, and I would gladly suck his cock until he exploded.

He was a sweet guy most of the time. In fact, this one night was the only time I ever saw him being aggressive towards me or anyone, and his aggression towards me was a culmination of being extremely horny and extremely wasted. Simply put, we loved each other beyond hooking up. We had been classmates from kindergarten all the way through college. He was the baby of his family, with 4 older sisters and 1 older brother, and wealthy, detached parents.

I can’t believe I am coming to grips with the fact that he raped me in real time, as I’m writing this story. Here’s what led to losing my virginity to him. After we had hooked up a few times, he wanted us to join another band together and tour the frat band circuit, making money and going all over the south. I wanted to join a band with him as well, because aside from the music and money, I genuinely enjoyed his company and I loved hooking up with him.

We played a show in New Orleans, at Tulane University, which was about an hour and half from our hometown. The show ended at 10:30pm, and the rest of the band took the gear and the van and went home. Brad’s older brother was out of town, and he lived in the French Quarter and owned a restaurant there as well, so he and I stayed in New Orleans for the night.

We went back to his brother’s place and showered up to hit the streets. I got out of the shower and Brad had laid out a brand new dark red Second Skin Satin bra and panty set. They still had the tags on them. Not gonna lie, it turned me on and made me feel special. I said nothing about them to him, didn’t thank him, and just put them on. I fantasized that this was just my normal day to day life with a man. He would buy me sexy lingerie, and I would wear it.

We went to the bar in his brother’s restaurant and had 2 or 3 drinks, then hit the streets. Even when we hooked up in the past, we never did any flirting, hand holding, kissing, etc. We both understood that we enjoyed each other privately, he was my man, and I was his girl, and that was our special secret.

That night was different. It was late, we knew no one on the streets, and had been going in and out of strip clubs while drinking and smoking pot. We even wound up in a Trans strip club, where we took a table close to the front and he even publicly treated me like I was his girl in some ways. He was rubbing my thighs and grabbing at my crotch from under the table, smiling, laughing, hugging, etc. A guy started hitting on me, and Brad told him to get the fuck away from me, I was his. I felt so safe with him.

When we walked out of that club, we hit the streets again, and he held my hand. It was nice to act uninhibited in public. As we walked, I sort of leaned my head on his shoulder. He led us off the main streets, where he took me into an alley, wrapped his arms around me like I was his girlfriend, and gave me a deep, long, tongue kiss as he was grabbing my ass cheeks. I had my arms around his shoulders and was rubbing his back and running my fingers through his hair.

He then pushed me up against the wall and pinned me to it, then began deep kissing me and grinding his throbbing cock into my crotch through his pants. It was by far the most romantic we had ever been with each other, in public or private. We were both seriously turned on with each other, it was real late, and we decided to go home and get in bed.

As soon as we closed the door to the house, he pushed me up against the wall and we started aggressively making out. He went straight down the backside of my pants and started grabbing ass, and I immediately began massaging his raging cock through his pants. After a few minutes he pulled one hand away and undid his belt, letting his pants fall to the ground.

Like a trained seal, I dropped to my knees and stuck his cock as far down my throat as it would go. He was groaning, I was moaning, things were really steamy and hot. I loved sucking his big cock and he loved the way I did it.

“Look at me when you suck my cock, baby,” he said, and I immediately locked eyes with him, taking his entire cock down my throat, and gazing up at him, with my nose in his pubes, and a tear running down each cheek.

“That’s more like it, you are an amazing cocksucking queen,” said Brad, and he grabbed both sides of my head and thrust his hips as hard as he could, almost like he was trying to choke me out.

He suggested that we get into bed, and I was all for it. I ran to the bathroom, put some of his brother’s girlfriend’s lipstick on, freshened up, stripped down to my bra and panties, and headed for the bedroom. He was laying there on top of the sheets, completely naked, and stroking his big cock. He smiled at me as I walked in, and I smiled back.

I Antalya travesti laid down next to him and he immediately wrapped his arms around me and started kissing me. I was giddy with girly emotions flowing throughout my body and mind, breathing heavily, holding his cock in one hand, and one of his ass cheeks in the other. He continued kissing me, rubbing my tits through the bra with one hand, which was unexpectedly very arousing, and he ran the other hand down my back to my ass, under my panties, and firmly plunked his middle finger directly into my tight back pussy, which wasn’t lubricated at all. It hurt, but I didn’t care, and once he got it in there, he kept it in there to where it didn’t hurt anymore.

In my mind, I was thinking, “This is what it feels like to be a girl with a man, and I love it.” I was grabbing his cock, trying to get it to my mouth, and he accommodated me, changing positions so that I could reach it, and I gobbled it down passionately.

He started moving his finger in and out of my hole. He pulled it out and spit on his hand, then went back in. That felt much better, and I was in ecstasy. I kept sucking his cock like it was my only purpose in life, and began to taste his pre-cum, when he suddenly pulled it out of my mouth. He slapped me in the face with his cock, and I laughed. He slapped me with it again, harder, and I tried to take it into my mouth again, when he pulled away from me.

I was confused, and things got quiet, when out of nowhere, Brad grabbed me around my waist and turned me onto my stomach. I was still really turned on, and enjoying the feeling of being his submissive girl, when he pulled my panties down to my thighs, then spit on his hand and forcefully dug two fingers inside of me, and started breathing really heavily as I groaned in a mixture of pleasure and pain.

“Is everything ok, daddy?” I said to him, nervously, as I pulled my panties back up.

“That all depends,” he replied, as he worked his fingers in and out of me in rhythm, “I really want to fuck you.”

Here’s the thing, I really wanted him to fuck me, but I knew I wasn’t able to handle his giant cock, especially after drinking and not expecting this at all. I had experimented with tampons, cucumbers, and zucchini squash, and with each of those I used a dollop of Vaseline, and it still hurt.

I knew we had no lube, and I knew that we had never even gotten this far in our exploits. This was the first night that we really made out or kissed at all. We would grope each other, for the most part, then I would suck his cock while he played with my ass and rubbed my tits in my sissy bra and panties until he exploded into my mouth, and I swallowed it all. It was our routine, and we both knew it well.

“I don’t think we can do that, baby,” I said, caressing his thigh with my hand, while trying to work my way back to his crotch with my thirsty lips, “we can try some other time soon, I really want it, too.”

He got annoyed with my answer, apparently, and pushed me away from him, telling me to lay down on my tummy. I did what I was told.

“Just let me mess around back there, I promise I won’t stick it in,” said Brad, “I just want to rub my cock on your ass and fantasize.”

I was torn about what to say back to him. He knew I wanted it as bad as he did, but I wasn’t ready for that step on that night. Keep in mind, just a few months before this night I’m writing about, Magic Johnson told the world that he had contracted HIV, and that freaked everyone out. It made everyone feel like it could happen to them as well, but it didn’t stop me, Brad, or anyone else from feeling horny.

He said pretty please, and started caressing my ass cheeks on the outside of my panties with his hands, gripping each one and squeezing them, then spreading them. It felt intoxicatingly good, and got my heart rate to pick up a bit. I finally relented, but with ground rules.

“Ok, you can rub it around down there, but no penetration. Do we have a deal?”

He quickly agreed, and mounted me from behind. My legs were somewhat spread out, and he told me to put them together. I did what I was told. He straddled me as soon as I put my legs together, essentially locking me down under him. He was breathing heavy, and I could feel his rock hard cock bouncing on my ass cheeks, which really turned me on.

He took his cock and placed it on the outside of my panties, right down the crack of my backside, and started thumping me with it, then started making the motions of fucking me, and with each thrust, I felt more and more arousal. He was thick and hard. It really turned me on. I felt him gently pulling my panties down, and asked him to stop, but he didn’t, he just chuckled, and said,

“Let me just pull them down and rub my cock on your ass cheeks, I won’t stick it in, I swear.”

I told him no, but I wanted to say yes, and he knew it. After some more coaxing and persuasion, I told him ok, but that if he went for it, I would get up and leave. I was looking back over my shoulder at him as we were talking, and when I told him ok, he told me how adorable I looked in that position and came forward to deep French kiss me.

“Now put your face down, and relax,” he said, “I’m in control now, understand?”

He laughed a little bit, which made me laugh and relax, and I did what I was told. With that, he pulled my panties down to my thighs, and reasserted his position on me. He was gentle, as he spread my cheeks, and put the shaft of his cock right between them. I could feel the head on the small of my back, so I knew he wasn’t near my pussy hole, and with that, I relaxed.

I began daydreaming about all of the muted fantasies I had dreamt about for the past 5 or so years. Many of those fantasies involved the two of us, doing exactly what we were doing, except for real. He was grunting as he simulated fucking me, and moving back and forth so that I could feel when the head of his cock was right over my pussy hole. It felt Antalya travesti amazing, and I was squirming in delight under him.

He fell off to my right side, and I heard him spit. Before I could really think about what was happening, I felt 2 of his fingers going inside of my pussy hole. I was loose in body and mind at the time, and let the waves of pleasure roll over me. I moaned lightly as he started to move his digits in and out of my hole, each time going a little deeper, and each time staying inside of me a little longer.

I spread my legs a little bit more to give him more space to work in, which he liked. I could feel his warm, stiff cock on my upper thigh and outer ass cheek, as he began finger fucking me at an accelerated pace. I had my eyes closed, and was wiggling under him in an effort to spread my cheeks a little more for him.

“Daddy, can you continue doing that, but bring your cock to my lips?” I asked, in between heated breaths.

He obliged, turned his body around, while keeping his fingers firmly in my ass, and delivering his cock directly to my lips. I took as much of it as I could into my mouth, and started bobbing up and down on it as deep as I could go. He started finger fucking me again, this time getting deeper than his knuckles, and started throat fucking me with his rock hard dick. I don’t know why I loved this feeling so much, but I felt like I could do it for the rest of my life and it would be a life well spent.

He started breathing heavier, which in turn made me breathe heavier, and then he found my pleasure spot. I didn’t know it was my pleasure spot, or that such a thing existed inside of a sissy pussy, but it definitely existed, and it definitely made me moan loudly. He recognized my arousal, and started pressing his fingers into the spot and holding them there.

I started bumping back on his fingers with my pussy, and sucking his cock as passionately as I could. He kept his fingers inside of me, and let me do the movement with my ass. I would back up, hold on his fingers and grind, then move forward. Wash, rinse, repeat, all while I was licking, sucking, and caressing his cock with my lips, tongue, and throat. Being fondled and teased by him felt so amazing. I’d never felt a cock so stiff, as it pumped in and out of my lips.

He pulled his fingers out of my pussy and pulled his cock out of my mouth, then went back to straddling me and letting his cock run right between my cheeks again. After a few minutes of this, I felt his hand run up my back, and grip my neck. I felt his grip tighten, then lock and push me down. My face was muffled in the pillow, as he repositioned himself on top of me.

I heard him spit again, but felt no fingers near my pussy, then it happened. With no grace or warning whatsoever, he stuck his throbbing bulbous wet cock head right between my cheeks, and directly into my tight, virgin pussy. I panicked and shrieked in pain, but that only made him tighten his grip on my neck and push my face down harder into the pillow. I tried to clinch my cheeks, but that only made him push into me harder. He went as deep inside of me as he could and just parked it there.

It was an excruciating pain, one I had never felt before, and he wasn’t moving. He laid down on top of me, on my back, with his cock still buried into my virgin pussy and put his hand over my mouth, then tried to calm me by talking dirty into my ear.

“I can’t help myself after playing with your tight little fuckhole while you sucked my cock,” he said. “I didn’t want to do this, I had to, and we share the blame for that, but I promise you will like it before it’s over with. Notice how I’m not moving? I’m keeping it there to get your pussy used to being filled.”

All this time that he was forcing himself inside of me and giving me tips on how to deal with the pain made me wonder how in the hell he had knowledge of this experience. He felt the tears coming out of my eyes and running onto his hand that he was using to silence me, and started talking into my ear again.

“Those tears will be happy tears soon enough, baby. Just relax and let it happen. I know you want it as bad as me.”

He wasn’t wrong, I did want it badly, but this wasn’t how I envisioned the first time being for me. I imagined lingerie, rose petals, lube, toys, sexy music, and so forth. The biggest issue I had was that I wasn’t given a choice in the matter. In a moment of reflection that I’m having as I write this, I am realizing that being raped is perhaps the most female adjacent event that I have ever experienced.

I was stronger than most women, and could have tried to fight back, but I had accepted the role of being sexually inferior to him, and called him various names like daddy, and baby. I knew he liked all of that, and I liked being called bitch and cock slut and so forth by him. We were friends and played in a band together. Our kinky secret hookups were just part of the territory, and those two worlds could never collide.

Listen to me, even now I’m trying to rationalize and romanticize the situation, and not make it into what it actually was. This was a violent, animalistic act being carried out by a person I loved and trusted against my will. He knew I had dreamed about him fucking me. In the past I had told him I dreamed about him fucking me. I had shared my innermost thoughts and desires with him, all while dressing up like a girl and sucking his cock.

I’m turning this event into a full page of this story, when the reality was that the whole thing was over in about 3 or 4 minutes, and half of that time was spent with him on top of me not moving, with is cock buried as far into my boi pussy as it could go, and just sitting there.

As he finally began to pull his cock out, it felt like my entire insides were coming out along with it. He got to the point where it was just his head in me, then he pushed it back in, and I let out an agonizing yelp, so he stopped again, deep in me, and began whispering.

“You’ve Travesti antalya got to loosen up, baby,” he said, as he nibbled on my earlobe, “first comes pain, then comes pleasure,” and he pulled back again, this time not as far, then thrust into me.

I thought it was odd that he knew these things. I thought we were taking this journey together.

“How do you know what I need to do, baby?” I asked, genuinely confused. Perhaps he was experienced with fucking sissies?

“I know because I fucked Ashley in the ass when we were dating,” he said.

Ashley was his girlfriend for 2 years. He told me about all kinds of times that they had fucked in various places, and in different situations, but he never mentioned anal. It made sense, though, because I know that Ashley loved his dick, and was jealous of the friendship Brad and I had. I think that was one of the reasons he broke up with her.

It turns out he was right, it didn’t hurt as bad that time, and I made a slightly pleasurable moan, which made him grunt with excitement, and he began giving it to me at a slow pace. In, out, in, out, in, out, until I felt my sugar walls relax. I began to push back on him, and this turned him on. He got off of my back and gave me space to wiggle, which I did, and that made him really excited. He positioned himself over me, and stood up on his knees, still pumping slowly inside of me.

He took his hands and spread my ass cheeks as far open as he could, and I felt my pussy widen. It was still extremely tight, but there was no more instinctual physical resistance. This was happening, and even though it hurt like hell, and started against my wishes, the only way it was going to end was if I was able to fuck my way out of it.

Everything went into a higher gear when I felt his hands gripping my hips. To me, there was always something so hot about a guy grabbing a girls hips as she rocked herself back and forth while taking his cock. As a sissy girl, this was an extremely feminine feeling to me. I started breathing heavier and pushing back at him, which in turn made him push harder into me, and we achieved a rhythm of sorts that made it more pleasurable, for what that was worth.

He picked up the pace tremendously, I felt him nearing his end, and so I started bouncing off of his cock as much as I possibly could to get him to cum. He began thrusting harder and harder until he exploded. He left his cock as deep inside of me as he could, and screamed when he started cumming. I could feel warm, gooey fluids filling my pussy up, which made me scream in equal parts pleasure and pain, just as he told me I would.

He stayed inside of me until he reached his end. Feeling his cock being pulled out of me after he came was a mind blowing feeling. Cum and fluids started dribbling out of my quivering boy cunt and down my inner thighs. I stayed in the face down, ass up position trying to catch my breath and letting the senses in my body stop tingling.

I looked back from between my legs to see if I could see him, but he was nowhere to be found. I noticed that my panties were still down around my knees, so I pulled them up and laid down. When I did so, I felt them gushing with fluids from my pussy that was still experiencing spasms from what had just happened. I was still keeping my face down, and trying not to be emotional about what had just happened. My panties were drenched in his cum, and noticed that my clitty had also exploded during the activities, but I didn’t even have time to enjoy it as it was happening.

I heard the shower turn on, so I turned myself over and tried to maintain a sense of normalcy about everything. Coming to grips with the fact that I had just been raped by my friend, my secret gay friend, was a very weird experience. The range of emotions was all over the place. I got up to go to the bathroom, and noticed that I was walking like a girl who had just been spit roasted by a giant cock. It was sort of a turn on, if that makes any sense?

When I sat down on the toilet to pee, I dropped my panties down to my ankles, and that’s when I noticed blood in the gusset, along with gobs of cum, and other bodily fluids that I’d rather not discuss. As I started to pee, I also started to discharge fluids uncontrollably from my violated, and no longer virgin pussy. This would continue all through the night, and into the next day.

I got emotional about it, and got into the shower to clean myself up. When I came out, he was asleep on the bed. He had laid a satin babydoll nightie out for me, and I put it on, before getting in bed and curling up next to him. I put his sleeping arm around my body, and gave him a kiss, but he didn’t respond at all. I laid there with my head on his shoulder and went from comfort to crying for the rest of the night. His hand reached over and grabbed me by my left tit and he squeezed it. I fell asleep.

The next morning was awkward. Remnants of our crazy night were scattered throughout the room. My soiled panties were on the ground, there was blood on the sheets, and he threw them in the washing machine, but we didn’t speak much. There were a series of smiles between us, and he comforted me once by kissing the top of my head and wrapping his arm around my neck for a few minutes, but that was it.

He had really torn my tight virgin pussy up. We were playing another show with the band that night, and I had to run off the stage to go to the bathroom, because I felt like I was about to drip all over the place onstage, and all of my ability to clutch my cheeks was still lost.

I never confronted him about it, and we didn’t see each other for a few days after that last gig. A week or so went by, and we had more or less returned to our normal public relationship in front of everyone. We didn’t hook up for about two months after that night, and when we did, I still neglected to say anything. I just sucked his cock and swallowed his cum like I always did, while he played with my ass and pushed my head down on him.

This would change in the future, and I’ll write about it as well, but this was the story of losing my virginity against my will, further cementing my mental status as a sissy slut cum whore for men

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A Walk of Shame

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[The following is a true story of an event that happened five years ago. The video of the event was mercifully never published and has since been lost to the mists of time. It may be tame by some standards, extreme by others. However, it was still one of the most embarrassing moments of my life to date. I have made no attempts to embellish the story, and this captures exactly what happened as best as I could manage, for better or for worse.]

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There was, I reflected, something about standing in the middle of a forest path, the trail meandering away in both directions and disappearing around bends obscured by trees, that made you feel like you are the only living creature in the world.

Beyond the gentle rustling of the leaves and the dancing rays of light that penetrated through the overhead canopy, there wasn’t even the chirping of birds or the scurrying of an ground-dwelling animal to disturb the peace.

However despite all that, I was standing to one side of the path, trembling. For while the forest was doing its best to make me feel all alone, I’d come armed with a device that brought the whole world back to haunt me, the full impact of what I was about to do bearing down on my shoulders, causing me to hunch slightly even though the device in question was on the other side of the path.

It was something as innocent as my phone, a device I’d carried with me every hour of every day for countless years. Yet not previously for the reason I was using it today. For today the phone was resting in a low-hanging branch of a young tree, and the camera on it was pointing directly at me.

I was dressed in a normal blue t-shirt that clung to my body protectively, black shorts with red piping, and plain white socks complemented by the most nondescript of white running shoes. Nothing that to an outsider that would look at all out of the ordinary. Yet this wasn’t to be the outfit that I’d be walking back to my car in, parked not too far away admittedly, but far enough that the chance of coming across a stranger wasn’t out of the question. No, the outfit I’d be doing that walk in was already scattered in front of me, taken out of my backpack by nervous hands that had shaken uncontrollably as I’d pulled out first a pair of frilly pink princess panties, followed by pink lacy socks, and then a white crop top that was several sizes too small and that had “Daddy’s Girl” printed in lettering that would be impossible to miss or misinterpret even at a distance.

Now, I was standing on a path in a forest on the edge of my home town, not that far from a car park where day walkers would commonly come to for a few hours of carefree walking in a serene, peaceful environment, away from the hustle and bustle of everyday life, and yet there was nothing serene or everyday about the task I was about to embark on.

How I came to stand here was a slightly complicated matter. As I dropped to my knees and retrieved my final item from my backpack – a plain black mask that would cover the top half of my face and my hair – I glanced back up at the phone, barely six feet away. The phone itself was already safely secured in a selfie-stick that I could use to hold the camera out in front of me as I walked back to the car. That my entire ordeal would be recorded was a critical part of the complicated arrangement that had led me to be here, trapped and with no options other than to risk complete embarrassment.

The easiest way to explain the complicated matter is to simply confess that I’m an uncomplicated idiot. I had made a bet – five words that had been the downfall of many a man, although perhaps not in the quite the same way as my own story! – with a woman I knew online. A certain Jenna Burlinski. Jenna was pretty big in the niche Embarrassed Naked Female genre of erotica, and seemed to have an equal interest in the even smaller genre of Embarrassed Naked Male. We both also enjoyed watching NFL, and yet supported different teams. This was, in my view, a perfectly reasonable justification for a series of increasingly risky bets. As I said, I’m an idiot. If you were to perhaps suggest that idiot didn’t quite do full justice to it, and that maybe the phrase “self-destructive moron with a tendency to set myself up for failure” you’ll appreciate that I’d protest my innocence to the fullest degree, and put it all down to over-confidence. Yet we’d both know really where the truth lay.

I genuinely had hoped to win the bet. I think. Or at least, if I’d secretly hoped to lose the bet when the bet was made, I can with absolute confidence assure you that now I was fervently wishing I hadn’t lost the bet.

It was a simple enough bet. I supported the Bengals, Jenna supported the Cowboys. Both teams were due to play each other that year. Now, for those of you reading this in a year that the Bengals suck in – of which there is a better than even chance – in my (partial) defence the Bengals weren’t so terrible the year of this bet.

The bet required the loser to wear an embarrassing Kemer travesti outfit and complete a task in it. The margin of the loss was to determine the riskiness of the task.

I’d genuinely assumed the game would be close, so even if I was secretly hoping to lose (and I refuse to acknowledge that this was the case) then at least it would be a simple enough task. The Bengals were good enough that I assumed maybe a 6-point loss was the worst I was likely to be looking at. So you can imagine how dry my mouth was at three quarter time and the Bengals were down by 28 points. It was the smallest of mercies that the Bengals fought back against a now more relaxed Cowboys team to “only” lose 14-28 at the end, but a 14 point drubbing still left me with a pretty significant struggle ahead.

As the loser, I would need to stand here in the forest clearing, strip completely naked on camera – with only a mask to protect my dignity – and then change into the humiliating and extraordinarily feminine outfit Jenna had chosen for me. Then, I would need to film my walk back to my car. I couldn’t run, and so the walk would take at least five minutes. Five minutes normally would pass like a flash, but I already knew with a lump in my throat that those five minutes would feel like an eternity.

Upon reaching my car, only then would I be able to stop recording, and to ensure full compliance, the recording was to be immediately sent to Jenna. I had never done anything so extreme. It was impossible to know ahead of time whether I’d stumble into someone I know. Even coming across a stranger would be easily the most humiliating thing I’d ever done in my entire life.

I kept telling myself that wearing the mask would protect my dignity. On some level I suppose that was true, as my real identity wouldn’t be revealed on camera if Jenna decided that – as would be her right – that she could simply upload the video on to PornHub. But I knew the mask wouldn’t save me from feeling entirely embarrassed if I passed someone and they reacted in slack-jawed shock – or worse, mocking laughter – at my ridiculous attire. And it was my car I was walking back to. What if someone recognised my car, or was sufficiently interested to look me up on a database?!

I’d sat in my car for probably twenty minutes, alone in the car park except for one other car, frozen and unable to move, hoping against hope that the person from the other car would return and drive off. Eventually I’d had to nervously open by car door and step out into the morning sun, feeling incredibly exposed in the open car park even though I was equipped in my perfectly respectful man-clothes at that time.

Somewhere out there, the person from the other car was still walking. Maybe they were still walking into the forest, in which case I’d be unlikely to run into them, maybe they were already returning. It was the not knowing that made it worse, of course.

Finally summoning my courage, I hurried away from the car park and hit the path that snaked up a hillside. I’d need to walk at least five minutes into the forest, and barely one minute in, I hit a fork in the path. My heart skipped a beat. I knew there was at least one person out there. I had a fifty percent chance of picking the path they were on, and an equal chance of walking on to a path that I could cling to the wild hope was empty. Of course, there was the small matter that someone else could arrive behind me, and I was now silently cursing the fact that I had waited for so long in the car park. No one had arrived, either in a car or from the path, and in those preceding twenty minutes I could have gone out, done the task, and be safely back in my car without having been seen! Yet, here I was, precious moments of undisturbed quiet having been wasted.

As my eyes refocused on the camera in front of me, my mind catching up from that time in the car park to the here and now, one hand still clutching my mask, I realised I was repeating the same mistake as before. Just standing mutely here while priceless moments of alone time slipped away, and the seconds slipping away were counting down to when someone else must inevitably appear.

I swore, the quiet yet passionately uttered words breaking the silence in the forest. Twitching slightly, I hurriedly put the mask over my face, looked nervously up and down the path, and struggled to get my rapid breathing under control. Still shaking, I took several steps forward and clumsily turned my phone’s video recording on, pausing only for a moment to ensure that the camera was oriented properly to record my strip. There was no way I wanted to do this twice if there was a problem with the setup!

Finally satisfied that it was recording and ready, I stumbled back a few steps, took one final long breath in, cursed my past self who had thought it would be oh-so-funny or arousing to make such a stupid bet, and gritted my teeth. Grabbing the edges of my t-shirt with my hands, I roughly pulled it up and over Kemer travestileri my head. The t-shirt caught for a moment on my head, and I frantically tried to stop it from pulling my mask off. The t-shirt was over my head for several seconds before it finally came loose, and while it covered my eyes, I half expected to hear the sound of footsteps coming from either direction. That said, no way would I be so lucky that if someone did come across me, it would be while the worst that was happening was that my chest was exposed…

Topless, I felt vulnerable in front of the recording camera, the red light at the bottom visible even from where I was standing. Still, the act of removing my t-shirt now spurred me into action. I removed my shoes next, followed by my socks, and I stuffed the plain white socks into my backpack. I wouldn’t be needing my socks again, but I would be needing my shoes.

Again I glanced up and down the path, and again I was mercifully greeted only by the sight of gently swaying branches of trees that towered up into the clear blue sky.

Pulling in another deep breath, I now hooked my hands on my shorts and pulled them down to my ankles. I could feel my cheeks going red as I staggered and almost fell over as I struggled to step out of the shorts, but having finally managed it, I too stuffed these shorts into my backpack. Down on the ground in front of me, my next outfit caught my eye and I froze again for a few seconds as the enormity of what was about to happen hit me in the chest.

Glancing back at the camera, I could see on the screen a picture of a man in his underwear, wearing a mask and otherwise naked, shoulders sunk slightly and one arm protectively wrapped around his bare chest. That was me, and in a second or two, that underwear would also be in my backpack, and the man on the camera would be naked, red-faced, vulnerable, and helpless should anyone else come along. Yet incredibly, even that would be an improvement on what would then have to follow.

I scrunched up my eyes and then – chanting silently to myself “no more bets with Jenna Burlinski” – I fumbled at my underwear and hurriedly pulled them down my legs. I tried to cover up my manhood in one hand, relying on the other to pull the underwear down past my knees and down to my ankles. To say that was awkward was an understatement, and it dragged out the process by a few extra seconds during which I swore my face transitioned through deeper and deeper shades of red.

Finally the underwear was off, and I flung it at the backpack. It didn’t even land on it properly, but that was a problem for later. It had been a requirement that I be fully undressed on camera before putting on my new outfit, but it hadn’t been a requirement that I actually show off my cock, so one hand was firmly planted over it while my other hand dove down and grasped at the pink princess panties that I would now need to put on.

All the time, the red light on the camera silently glared at me, stating with absolute clarity that every second, every moment of struggle, every agonising feeling of absolute humiliation was being recorded for posterity.

I tried to step into the panties with one hand holding on to them. My foot missed, and I almost fell forward. I steadied myself, ears straining to hear any footsteps that might be approaching, my heart in my mouth and my brain now consumed by a growing panic. My foot went for the panties again, and I managed to get it through a gap and half-pull it up my leg before I realised in horror that I’d put my leg through them the wrong way, and I’d have to take them off again. Cursing my own ineptitude, and knowing that every second was precious, I gave up any pretense of hiding my manhood from the camera, and now used both hands to hurriedly put the panties the right way around and step into them yet again. This time there was success, and I tried to pull them up as quickly as humanely possible, while the camera filled my phone’s memory with searing images of my naked cock, dangling down between my legs. Worse yet, it had partly shriveled up in embarrassment, and it didn’t take a genius to guess what Jenna would make of that.

Finally pulling the panties over my crotch, I awkwardly jammed my balls into the soft material of a lingerie item designed for an entirely different kind of anatomy. They barely fitted in. It was an open question as to whether it would have been better for them to easily fit it – so as to avoid them spilling out as I walked and potentially flashing any passer-by – as that would only have given Jenna more ammunition for mocking retorts when she saw the video.

Having finally secured my frilly pink princess panties, I grasped at the “Daddy’s Girl” crop top, and mutely pulled it over my head. It was far too tight a fit, and my stomach spilled out underneath it. There was nothing even remotely sexy about the look, and it was entirely designed to be embarrassing and humiliating. Mission accomplished, I thought Travesti kemer bitterly. The crop top dug into my sides under my shoulders, and I grunted slightly as I dipped down yet again to now retrieve the lacy pink socks that would – with my shoes – be the final touch for my complete emasculation. It almost seemed redundant given the panties and the crop top, but Jenna was nothing if not thorough. And putting the socks on slowed me down for at least half a minute, hopping around on one foot and then the next, all of my manic antics captured on film, and every second of exposure increasing the odds of being discovered.

As I pulled the socks up to my knees, I was then at least able to put my shoes on, and retaining just enough self-control to be able to do my shoes up on the first attempt, I eventually stood up and was fully “dressed”, as yet undiscovered, still alone in the forest, and now with the longest five minutes of my life stretching out in front of me.

Sucking in air and uselessly trying to calm my scattered thoughts, I pushed all of my old clothes down into my backpack so I could zip it up, and then walked quickly over to my phone. Retrieving the device from the branches, I held it out in front of me via the selfie-stick, and shook my head as I soaked in the absurd sight being recorded. God, I looked like a fucking idiot!

I desperately wanted someone else to blame for this, the Bengals for playing poorly, Jenna for taking advantage of an idiot, but truth be told I’d overestimated my own team and I’d been the one to propose the bet, not Jenna. So the blame sat squarely with the sissy boy on camera, and what sounded like a fun and sexy challenge two weeks ago when innocent messages had been exchanged, had now taken on the form of a deeply humiliating experience.

I had to get back to my car undiscovered.

Looking behind me, I was at least thankful that no-one was coming down the path. Once I started moving, I only had one direction to really worry about. I couldn’t run, but I wasn’t intending on dawdling! Setting off at a reasonably quick walk, my senses fired on all cylinders as I started around the first bend and the next stretch of the path loomed in front of me. Still no-one in sight. Still no sound of anyone approaching. I took another breath. Could I be this lucky, after being this stupid?

The second bend was navigated quickly, and the path began to drop down the hill, taking the form of several steps and then stretches of path with slightly uneven earth. My eyes were straining to see around corners, and not focused on the ground directly in front of me, and more than one I almost fell forward. Now that would be a great look for the ever-present camera to record! Nevertheless I stumbled on, just managing to maintain my poise even if my dignity was firmly stuffed in my backpack, held in one hand while the other tried to keep the camera steady and on me at all times. I desperately needed to ensure Jenna had no excuses for demanding a re-do.

Around a third bend now, and while I was only half-way, I now had a clearer and longer view of the path ahead. It zigzagged down the open slope of the hill for while before finally disappearing into a clump of trees which was itself only a minute or so from the safety of my car. Or, I couldn’t help but think, the danger of a populated car park.

I mentally tried to break down the task in front of me. Step one: make it down the hill. Step two: walk as quickly as could be said to be within the spirit of the rules through that cluster of trees, and that I now remembered connected with the second path I’d seen upon entry. Step three: get to my car, climb in, and find anything to hide my current outfit so I could slink away in relative safety. I’d made it this far, I chanted to myself, I can survive the last few steps.

Of course it was then, as I allowed myself to mentally look ahead to the car and dare to dream of safety, that I saw movement at the edge of the trees. A woman, possibly in her mid-twenties and wearing entirely normal walking clothes, emerged at the foot of the hill. I was up higher, but I knew if I could see her, then as certain as grass was green and water was blue, she would be able to see me too.

I froze. Standing them stupidly in girly underwear, a ridiculous crop top, and frilly pink socks that were entirely at odds with my hairy legs, I knew that if I continued I’d have to not only walk past her, but be the object of her attention for at least half a minute while I struggled down the hill.

Panicking, I sensed her look up the hill in my direction. Not waiting to see if she had noticed me yet, I reacted with the most primitive of fight or flight instincts, and turned heel to run back up the way I’d came.

In that moment, I didn’t care about the car, or even the recording, although as I dashed up the path I’d just walked down, I could see the stricken face of the sissy on the screen, his jaw quivering and his stomach bouncing up and down, squeezed out by the crop top and that was now riding up his body and resembled more of a sports bra now. Part of me knew that I could be running towards someone else, come down the path from the other direction, but I was caught up in one overriding thought – I had to get away from that woman!

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A Different Asian Threesome Pt. 03

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During dinner with my contacts there, I was thinking about the previous couple of days.

With the door being closed as I left, I felt it was wrong to interrupt their curious little relationship and assumed that when I left Shanghai during the day tomorrow that would be it.

After dinner they clients were going to a karaoke bar, I feigned an excuse to return to the hotel. I wasn’t in the mood to go and meet a greedy local girl with a hairy pussy, flat chest and halitosis and even if there was no action at my hotel with Emmie and Michy, I would simply rest and think back over the action of the last two days.

I managed to get a taxi despite the rain, and arrived back at my hotel. I took the lift to the room, and went in. The door was still closed, but I could see light underneath. As their relationship was private and actually quite sweet, I felt it wrong to interrupt.

I made some noise, turned on CCTV9 the English language ‘news’ station and went for a shower. I quietly un-locked my side of the communicating doors — just in case.

I used the bathroom, showered and went back into the bedroom wearing nothing but a broad grin as I noticed on my bed, Michy and Emerald draped across it in matching lingerie. Green lacy bra, matched with panties and a suspender belt, and black stockings.

Sometimes words are meaningless, as they both stood up and walked towards me smiling. Emerald knelt down next to Michy and they took one ball in each of their mouths and started to lick and suck at my full balls, before they released them, stood up and kissed me full on the lips.

One at a time.

Tongues wrestling.

My hands on the cups of their bra’s, both of which were front opening, so I released the catches, and Emeralds full dark nippled breasts came tumbling out, and Michy’s small B cups

Kissing is so intimate- it gets me incredibly hard especially as I had two sexy ladies, topless and horny in my room!

I knelt down and sucked each of their nipples in turn. With my left hand I started to massage Emeralds pussy through her panties, feeling it soft, wet and wanting. With my other hand I could feel Michy getting hard. There were two hands on my cock also, stroking, squeezing and getting me extraordinarily aroused.

We broke apart, Emerald was panting as she was close to her climax. They indicated that I sit on the bed, which I did and they stood Alanya travesti in front of me, shrugged their bras of their shoulders reached down, and in full synchronicity removed their panties. As Michy pulled hers down I could see that the front was a little sticky, and she had a little drop of pre-cum forming. As emerald pulled her panties down I could see they were sodden wet and her lips were slightly open. I shuffled back to the headboard, and Emerald knelt in front of me, as Michy knelt behind her and must have entered her as Emeralds eyes rolled back in her head as she gasped.

I stood up, as I wanted to see what was going on, Emmie was lost in her own pleasure, and I saw, to my astonishment that Michy was actually in Emeralds arse. This turned me on immensely, so I positioned myself in order to watch. Eventually they parted, Emeralds fingers were a blur as she brought herself off to her first orgasm and I wondered if I was going to be a voyeur or participant. I sat back down, her eyes opened, and she leaned over me and put my hard cock into her soaking wet tight pussy up to the hilt.

She leaned lower, kissing me thrusting her bum slightly in the air. Michy then lined her cock up and entered emeralds arse, slowly sodomizing her as I plundered her deepest places with my hard white cock. Emmie was lost in her rapture, Michy was all the way in, and through the thin internal membrane between her rectum and vagina I could feel Michy getting harder and really pounding Emerald’s tight rosebud arse.

A loud gasp as Michy climaxed into her arse, as Emerald’s fingers flicking her clitoris reaching another climax was followed by a scream of pleasure from Emmie as Michys tongue replaced her cock and licked Emmys arse, and intermittently and deliberately flicking my balls with her cute tongue. I am not a young man and this was too much for me as I climaxed into the hottest wettest pussy I had ever experienced.

So we had all had a welcome release.

We went back to their suite as they had a huge Jacuzzi bath, where we sipped sodas and chatted.

All clean, we retired to their bed, Emerald lay back knees raised with her legs apart, and both Michy and I dived in to lick her pussy. Both of our tongues were inside her, as she squeezed her nipples as she climaxed, covering both of us with her hot sweet juices. Michy was hard again — she seems perpetually Alanya travestileri randy and she gave Emerald her cock to suck. I am not averse to partaking in this, so as she leaned over on all fours feeding her hard little cock to Emerald, I started licking her arse, and stroking her small brown nut sack.

She seemed to enjoy this so I sucked her balls one at a time, before she tensed up and flooded Emeralds mouth with her cum. I counted 5 spurts!

I was hard now, and Michy wanted to try again with me inside her, so I reached for some lube, and entered slowly and put about 5 inches in, settled, and then the full 9 inches until my balls were resting against her stretched rosebud. I don’t know whether I was bigger than before due to the amazing sights and experiences, but she was so tight I wasn’t sure if I could hold on for long. I thought about all sorts of things to distract me, and I managed nearly 50 thrusts before I climaxed inside her arse oblivious to her cries of joy mixed with pain.

As she contracted, I stayed hard, only slowly slipping out. She spread her cheeks showing me her gaping arse, but I couldn’t see any cum as I think I was so deep! She turned round and kissed me, vanishing into the shower to clean up. I followed her, then we returned to bed.

We were peckish, so I slipped on some jeans and a polo shirt, went down to street level walked a couple of blocks and found an ALLDAYS to buy some snacks.

The fresh air cleared my head and I stretched my limbs wondering about the last encounter. I didn’t want to assume anything, so I returned back into my room, but as the interconnecting doors were both open, I wandered in. They were relaxing naked, which was nice, and we sat on the bed eating, chatting and having some laughs.

I decided that I should get undressed, so I did and sat joining in the banter.

We finished up. Cleaned our teeth, and went back to my room. Emerald and I were leaving the next evening, so we turned off the light and slept.

During the early hours, one of them went to visit the toilet, and then climbed back into bed, pushing the quilt back and started sucking my cock. It was Emerald. She licked, sucked and inexplicably I became rock hard again- it’s not so normal at my age to constantly get hard on demand, but the whole situation was a bit surreal and I was visually and physically stimulated.

She Travesti Alanya lay back, opened her legs, and pulled me to her. I’m not sure is Michy was awake at that point, but she soon woke up and started playing with her cock as I entered Emerald again and again. After she climaxed, I hadn’t yet cum, so she raised her butt off the bed and got some lube, putting two fingers inside her. She passed the lube to Michy, who also used some. At that point I didn’t know what was going to happen. Emerald guided my rock hard cock into her arse. She rested it against her rosebud, leaned up, kissed me and pushed my cock inside her tight hole. She winced, I stopped but she indicated I should carry on. Michy gazed in amazement as my cock stretched out her arsehole as I slowly eased myself all the way in.

I stopped, then Emerald encouraged my to plough her arse. Being a gentleman I did that, slowly and then harder as her fingers worked her clitoris in a frenzied manner. The smell of pussy emanated from below me as she climaxed for one of many she would experience during this session. As I have already cum, this was taking time, so I felt this was too much for her, but when she said….

“Please cum in my arse my love, fuck my arse seed my tight arse”

I climaxed deep inside her arse, I’m not sure how much cum dribbled out, but she was not finished.

I felt Michy behind me and she pushed her cock inside my arse, all the way, and started to fuck me very hard for nearly ten minutes. Emerald slid down and started to suck my cock, which whilst hard was a little bit tender.

Michy spurted inside me, then slid out licked my sore arse, and as I felt her stimulate my prostate as she inserted two fingers, I started to cum in Emeralds sweet mouth. We all lay together, panting, and dripping, sleeping till dawn.

Years later I still think about this strange threesome with fondness and with pride.

We parted company after lunch; I was on a different flight back. No numbers were exchanged, no plans to meet up were made, emerald and Michy were so in love and I did get an invitation to their wedding in Hainan, a beautiful Chinese tropical island a few hundred miles south of Hong Kong, but as the pandemic was on I didn’t want to travel. They sent me pictures of a beautiful daughter they had achieved together, and we exchanged emails, IM’s for a while, but I never met them again, and they proffered no plans either.

Sometimes the best times are consigned to the memory bank, I am not sure if we could ever achieve the level of discovery and spontaneity again, and I think it was a one off magical occasion of a chance meeting and adjoining rooms.

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Mass Effect. Erotic journey. Ch.2. The journalist’s request

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Mass Effect. The journalist’s request

Characters: John Shepard, Emily Wong.

Location: Citadel, Hotel Solarias.

– Rumor has it that you haven’t been idle. Congratulations on beating Fist.

The girl’s voice snapped Captain Shepard out of his reverie, and he jerked his head to push the dark thoughts away, then turned to the journalist standing by the information column. Emily Wong was a rising star in the local media, a fairly well-known figure in certain circles, but the Alliance officer wasn’t interested in her right now.

The Normandy had only docked at the Citadel docks half an hour ago, and the captain had already been pissed off by two different people in turn. First by Admiral Mikhailovich, who seemed to enjoy bickering with those below him in rank, and then by the reporter from the Westerland News. Shepard couldn’t remember her full name… Larissa? Carissa? There was something Arabic about it, but the Alliance soldier couldn’t remember the full name. In any case, she was no kinder than the unfortunate Admiral – she was even better at prying into the smallest nuances of an officer’s work, and Shepard had to resist the urge to punch her in the smirking face.

The captain’s mood had soured, however, and he entered the Citadel’s residential level leading to the markets in a rather somber mood. He was noticed, though, so he had to put a benevolent expression back on his face and turn to the reporter who had called out to him. Emily Wong was a pretty young Asian woman with a chiseled figure, professionally accentuated by a simple blue dress with a plunging neckline. As in their previous encounter, the girl exuded energy. When she noticed that Shepard was paying attention to her, she perked up noticeably:

– I was sure Fist was a big part of what was going on here. Did you find anything in his office that might help me?

In truth, Captain Shepard had indeed copied the data from his digital storage device after the shooting at the strip club owned by Fist. Only after that, things got crazy fast. First the rescue of the Quarian Tali Zora, who later joined the crew. Then becoming a Spectre, buying new uniforms and getting orders from the Council… In short, Shepard had completely forgotten that his Uni-Tool stored data from the criminal mastermind’s computer. But Emily hadn’t forgotten, which made Shepard mentally praise her for her good memory and again mentally send her away for being intrusive. Still, he nodded and turned on his instrument.

– I’ll give you copies of the disks that may contain the information you need, – the Captain said, starting the file transfer protocol.

Emily almost screamed with joy. She’d obviously thought that Shepard had long since reneged on his promise to help her, but the Captain wasn’t the kind of man to make promises for nothing.

– You have Fist’s data? I wasn’t even hoping for that! – The girl quickly looked at the information she had received on the disk, her eyes gleaming with joy. Then the girl put on her serious mask again, more suitable for a journalist of her class, and started typing quickly on her tablet.

– Here you go, Captain, – she said. – For your work.

Emily blushed slightly, not knowing if the credits given to the Captain would be enough to pay for what he had done. The girl was undoubtedly aware of the leap in her career she could make with this data in hand, just as she was aware that she owed it mostly to the man in the dark green armor marked “N7” standing before her. She was rather sweet in her shyness, which made Shepard, not a man to be easily taken in by feminine charms, involuntarily admire the reddish blush on her cheeks and the long lowered eyelashes through which Emily looked at the Captain with a look of gratitude. An idea flashed through the Captain’s mind, and before he had time to think it over, the Spectre spoke:

– And how would you rate our future cooperation? What if I agreed to give you an interview?

– Exclusive?! – the girl couldn’t believe her ears. – Tell me what happened first?!

Her eyes lit up with such happiness that Shepard felt a little uncomfortable. Emily grabbed the captain’s hand, squeezed it tightly and said:

– It won’t cost much, but I’ll be happy to pay whatever is required. Where can we meet?

Shepard hesitated, but Emily, moved by the captain’s suggestion, offered the place herself:

– I’ll get a room at the Hotel Solarias on Shalmar Plaza. Do you know where that is?

– I will know, – the captain nodded, giving the girl a well-deserved, slightly shy smile. Emily jumped up and down like a little girl who had finally received a long-awaited gift.

– Meet me in the restaurant on the first floor at eight o’clock tonight. I’ll be waiting for you. Unless, of course, you’re busy, uh.

– I’m free tonight, – Shepard said honestly. The girl nodded and held out her slender hand for another shake, smiling amusedly.

– See you later, Captain Shepard.

– See you later, Ms. Wong, – the commander said.

Shepard showered, combed his hair, and even trimmed his beard. He had also changed his military space suit into a civilian suit so he wouldn’t look silly in the restaurant. In fact, John realized that the whole thing looked a little strange. He was going on a date? What a silly, childish word. But that’s what it seemed to be.

Maybe it was too late for him to admit it, but he really wanted to spend Esat travesti the evening with Emily. It wasn’t even so much about the girl, but rather the desire to relax after the shootings in the lower levels of the Citadel and the mission on Noveria. Shepard wouldn’t have sacrificed an hour of his life while Saren was free, but the Normandy needed refueling and some repairs that would take until morning, so the crew had the evening off. Ashley had reserved it for a session with one of her sisters, Cayden had gone to the SBC Academy for some biotic business, Wrex had disappeared, promising to be back in the morning, and Garrus and Tali were repairing Mako, who had had a rough time after his encounter with the Geth on Noveria.

Shepard felt a little uncomfortable standing in front of the mirror in his expensive, perfectly fitting suit while Saren was out in the galaxy on his dreadnought, but there was nothing the captain could do about it right now.

Shepard arrived at the hotel at five minutes to eight. The small, beautiful building stood in the center of the plaza, slightly forward so that the occupants of the upper rooms could enjoy the view of Presidio Lake. The pretty Azari at the front desk greeted the Captain with a polished, white-toothed smile, but when he told her he was here to see Ms. Wong, she just popped her eyelashes.

– Ms. Wong left a message for you, Mr. Shepard. Please.

The note was real, written in neat handwriting on pink, pleasant-smelling paper:

“Captain, I didn’t get a reservation in time. I hope you don’t mind doing the interview in my room. I guarantee the wine. Looking forward to seeing you in room 69.”

Shepard’s lips broke into a mischievous smile of their own. This was too good to be true. Of course, John knew what he wanted out of this meeting, and the fact that he had to skip the foreplay at the restaurant didn’t bother him at all. Shepard took the high-speed elevator to the sixth floor, where the rooms beginning with the number six were located. He stepped out of the automatic doors, crossed the hall and knocked on the mahogany door with the gilded number “69”.

– Wait a second! – came from behind the door. The lock beeped, and then the door opened.

Emily Wong looked stunning. She was wearing one of those dresses that had become so popular with the Citadel fashionistas because of the not-so-vulgar cutouts in various parts of her body. Emily had two necklines: one exposed her slender belly with a cute little navel, and the other was just below her breasts, exposing the bottom of her small, seductive hemispheres. The color of the dress – sapphire blue – beautifully accentuated the beauty’s jet-black hair and discreet, neat evening makeup, and a pale red lipstick emphasized the sexy plumpness of her half-open lips.

– Captain! – the girl smiled. – You are tactful, and I, being a girl, not so much. Come in.

Shepard stepped inside. The room was simply but tastefully decorated in a kind of Asian style. A large double bed took up most of the room.

– I need another minute, Captain. I hope you understand,- Emily disappeared into the bathroom.

– I think you look great already, – Shepard remarked.

He was answered by the shy laughter of the beauty. John walked forward and found the seat he’d been assigned. A small table between two burgundy chairs that matched the color of the linens. On the table was a bottle of wine and two glasses on thin legs. Shepard uncorked the bottle and poured the wine into the glasses.

– Captain, – came Emily’s pleasant, soft voice. The girl stood in the doorway of the bathroom, looking slightly different. Her black hair, which had fallen down to her shoulders, was now intricately braided into numerous plaits, accentuating the perfect shape of her face.

– I haven’t dressed like this in a long time, – she admitted, as if to apologize. – I wondered if I’d lost my touch.

– You look fantastic, – Shepard said immediately. He got out of his chair, picked up both glasses and handed one to the journalist.

– Well, uh… To a successful interview? – he smiled, lightly touching the girl’s glass with his own. Emily smiled modestly, lowered her eyes and nodded. Then she sipped from the glass, leaving a faint red lipstick stain on it.

– You look great too, Shepard. I didn’t realize that, uh…

– Soldiers knew how to dress well? – John snorted.

– No… – The girl bit her lower lip, making her look even more innocent and therefore sexier. The evening was getting more romantic by the moment, making both Shepard and the girl forget why they were here.

– I’ve just never seen you in civilian clothes before, – the journalist said. – It suits you very well. It brings out your… figure.

The girl lowered her eyes again, embarrassed for what seemed like the hundredth time. This was not normal for a journalist, so Shepard decided to spare the girl the emotional torment and take the situation into his own hands.

– Whoever has a really great figure in this room is you, Emily.

Being called by name clearly brought the girl to her senses, and the look she gave the Captain was definitely worth it.

– That’s very kind of you, John Shepard.

They still stood face to face, their skin feeling each other’s magnetism. Emily took another sip of wine, then lowered her eyes to Shepard’s glass.

– Aren’t you drinking? – she asked.

– Esat travestileri I was simply mesmerized by your beauty, – the captain took a sip of wine. The taste was magnificent, as was everything that was happening.

– Do you like it? – The girl’s smile didn’t fade for a moment. Her voice was a little softer, and she stood only a few inches away from John. She raised her hand, covered in long satin gloves that matched the color of her dress, and ran a finger along the captain’s chest.

– You know, John. I think our conversation has gone far beyond the bounds of propriety….

– All of them? – John’s eyebrows raised playfully. – I was hoping we were just getting started.

– Mm-hmm, even like this? – The girl moved forward and at the same moment Shepard seized the moment and kissed her. Emily and John’s lips came together in a passionate kiss filled with desire and fire. Both glasses fell to the carpet and the wine spilled, but no one cared. The two people sank into each other’s arms…

The kiss didn’t last long, and both Emily and John realized that it was only the beginning, a tiny prelude to the real pleasure. The realization gave them freedom, allowed them to drop their masks and show their true selves. Shepard ran his hand through the beauty’s hair and kissed Emily’s exposed neck and shoulders. She melted into the Captain’s strong arms, surrendering to the wave of pleasure that washed over her. Her hands roamed uncontrollably over John’s body, sinking deeper and deeper. When the girl’s hand touched what had been pressing into her lower abdomen, all that came out of the journalist’s mouth was a dazed whisper:

– Oh my God…

Shepard’s cock was huge, its colossal size the girl could feel even through the tight fabric of his pants. Awkwardly at first, then more and more confident, moaning under the Captain’s kisses, the girl massaged his huge organ, feeling it grow larger and larger. She had thought that such a size could be found in Krogans, but in humans? Unthinkable! And yet it was true – here it was, in her hands, powerful, beautiful, so sexy, so desirable….

– Damn pants! – She hissed like an enraged tigress, dropped to her knees, jerked Shepard’s belt free and pulled his pants and underwear down to her knees. The man’s cock towered over Emily: a huge organ, covered with swollen veins and crowned with a pink head, at least two inches in diameter and almost twelve inches long. Emily had never held or even seen anything like it. If only in pornographic footage of the same Krogans she’d mentioned.

– Shepard. It’s huge! – Without even trying to hide her delight, the girl said, wrapping both hands around the captain’s treasure. One movement and a drop of lube appeared on the tip of his cock.

– You know what to do, – the captain said with a grin as he freed himself from the confines of his jacket and shirt. – Taste it, it tastes better than wine.

– I don’t doubt it… – The beauty said lustfully. She reached forward, licked a drop of whitish liquid with the tip of her tongue, and smiled to herself. Then she wrapped her mouth around the captain’s organ and began to lick the head, helping herself with both hands. Shepard could only enjoy the pleasure – the journalist knew how to give a blowjob.

Her tongue made indescribable movements, caressing every millimeter of the head and giving the man an unprecedented sense of bliss. She continued to caress Shepard’s cock, enjoying it as much as the Captain. She moistened the head with saliva and then wrapped her lips around the cock as tightly as she could and began to press her small, dark-haired head against it. The cock pushed itself down her throat, but she did not even swallow half of it. At that moment, the captain’s hand was on the back of her head, and Shepard’s huge procreative organ began to penetrate deeper, causing Emily to choke and try to pull away. She couldn’t – the captain held her tight – and two more attempts to pull away were unsuccessful.

The cock penetrated deeper and deeper, it was painful, tears streamed down her eyes, smearing expensive mascara, and the cock continued to tear at her throat. It seemed that she had swallowed a little more than half of it when the pressure on her head eased and the girl coughed and made a guttural sound, pulling her throat away from the captain’s organ.

– Aah! Shepard… – She said angrily, but she didn’t have time to finish. The captain grabbed her head again, this time with both hands, and rammed his cock into her mouth, almost to the same length. The pain returned for a brief moment, but then Shepard pulled back and let the girl breathe. A moment later, the man rammed his cock down the girl’s throat again, causing her to make a choking sound. This went on for a minute. Shepard just fucked the journalist’s throat, moaning softly. It ended as abruptly as it had begun – the man pulled away, then brought Emily, who was teetering on the edge of consciousness, to her feet, turned her back to him and bent her over.

– Shepard! – This time the angry scream reached the Captain’s ears, but he chose to ignore it. Instead, he pulled up the girl’s dress, revealing black lace lingerie underneath, pulled down Emily’s panties in one motion, and before the girl could object, plunged his tongue into the journalist’s pussy.

– Shep… O-o-o-h-h-h! – The girl thrust backwards as the captain’s tongue plunged into her pussy. Shepard Travesti esat licked the girl’s hole, soaked with the sweet juice of pleasure, going deeper and deeper with his tongue each time. A few times he went higher, licking the ring of the girl’s virgin anus, causing her to go from moaning to screaming in bliss. Shepard spread the girl’s buttocks and fully penetrated her asshole with his tongue, causing Emily to moan loudly enough to be heard in the neighboring rooms, despite the quality soundproofing.

– Yeah, lick my ass… Oh, I love it, – the beauty moaned, trying to hold on to something to hold back the pleasure that was coming over her. The Captain’s fingers began an erotic game with both of the girl’s holes, dipping alternately into the small ring of her anus and into her dripping wet pussy.

– Jesus, Captain. Holy shit. Aah!

Emily came violently, falling to her knees and shaking all over. She covered her mouth to keep from screaming, apparently in a frenzy, as she continued to convulsively jerk.

– Oh… That’s… Unbelievable.

– We’re just getting started, – the captain replied, helping the journalist to her feet again. This time, however, he let her grab the edge of the bed with her hands, and after a few seconds, as Shepard’s fingers entered the girl’s anus without ceremony, the captain let his passion rest with her breasts on the satin burgundy bedspread.

– Your ass must be hungry for some real cock, huh? – The man straightened, then placed the head of his organ against Emily’s anus. She thrust her ass out, surrendering to Shepard’s power and moaning:

– Fuck me, come on! Fuck me!

There was no need to ask the Captain twice. The head entered with difficulty, causing Emily to arch her back in a painful position, but with his fingers the captain caressed the girl’s aroused clit, easing the discomfort a little. Meanwhile, the cock plunged halfway into the girl’s ass. Shepard pulled back a little, letting the journalist’s anus get used to the size of the penetrating cock, and then continued drilling into the beauty’s brown hole. All she could do was scream and press her face into the pillow she had stolen from the bed. The Captain’s invasion of the slut’s ass was an incredible pleasure, and to see the small hole expand to obscene size, taking in almost the entire length and width of his cock, was only comparable to a trip to the highest heavens of paradise. Shepard continued to rape the journalist’s ass for about five minutes when he finally heard a distinct moan of pleasure escape the girl’s lips.

– Oh… Shepard, yeah. Fuck me. Harder, come on.

Surprised by his partner’s sexual frenzy, Shepard increased his pace, driving his cock into the beauty’s anus with ever-increasing speed.

– Yes! – She threw the pillow aside and slid down the satin sheets, feeling Shepard’s huge cock penetrate her ass. The captain straddled Emily’s hips and drove his cock in with such force that the journalist’s legs bounced off the carpet and into the air. With his fingers, the man felt the girl’s womb ooze juices. Pleasure surged through the man, but Shepard didn’t want to come before the girl. He quickened his pace, bringing his pleasure to a crescendo, and at the moment he was ready to come, and Emily’s cries turned into a continuous scream of pleasure, the captain pulled his cock out of her ass and drove it almost full length into his partner’s hot pussy.

She jerked sharply, slammed her gloved hands down on the bed and came violently, jumping off the Captain’s cock and arching her back. Shepard took a step back, watching the journalist’s body writhe in sensual tenderness. He ran his left hand along the shaft of his penis, feeling the pleasure coming, and when Emily turned her head toward the man, looking up at him with the expression of a fucked whore, he just silently pointed to the floor.

The girl, still trembling from her powerful orgasm, struggled to lower herself to the carpet, which was covered with her secretions and wine. Emily knelt obediently and opened her mouth. But Shepard shook his head and pointed to the empty wine glass next to Emily. She shifted her gaze from the captain to the glass object.

– Pick it up, – Shepard demanded. The girl obeyed silently, still not understanding what the captain was up to. But suddenly he snatched the glass out of the girl’s hands, placed it under his cock and, after bringing himself to orgasm with a few quick movements, began to cum. The girl laughed tiredly, but her smile was quickly replaced by a pleasant surprise when she saw the amount of cum filling the glass. It was a little less than half full, but it was still a lot. And when the Captain handed the glass back to the girl, she was still sitting there with her mouth open in surprise.

Shepard, still without a word, picked up the second glass, filled it with wine, and walked over to the girl, clinking his own glass against hers.

– To a successful interview, Ms. Wong, – Shepard said.

The girl smiled understandingly, glanced at the glass, licked her lips, and emptied it with another look at the Captain. It took three big gulps, but not only did she not spit out her bounty, she didn’t even grimace. Emily tossed the empty glass aside and opened her mouth to show the captain that she had swallowed every last drop.

– How’s that? – She said, setting the glass down. Emily looked… Her hair was disheveled, her face smeared with makeup, her beautiful, expensive dress wrinkled. And yet she was smiling a gorgeous, white-toothed smile.

– You’re definitely my favorite journalist, – Shepard replied with a grin and a sip of wine.

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Part (4)- The Duplex (Jodi’s Suit , Punishing the Waif)

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———————— Part (4) ■ Jodi’s Suit & Punishing the Waif ■ ————————

[ s e x u a l c o n t e n t : 4/5 ]

This is the fourth chapter of this 14-part story from my early twenties, when my girlfriend and I moved into a duplex in a low-rent neighborhood. In this chapter, I take Jodi out shopping, and lock horns with the new neighbors.

Note: Although this story is fiction, all characters and situations in this series are based on reality. About 6-years of events in the eighties have been compressed into one long summer with the intent to make the chapters more readable, but unfortunately it can also make them less believable. It is up to the reader to decide what is fantasy.

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Sunday started like the day before… beautiful sunny morning and coffee. I walked down the front steps and grabbed the Sunday paper before most in the neighborhood were out and about. I walked out and sat on the front deck and sipped my coffee and surveyed the neighborhood.

All was quiet next door and at the blue house across the street. Ron and Debbie’s house was awake and moving; I could see Debbie serving breakfast in their small breakfast nook by the kitchen.

The widower up the street was sitting on his front porch with his old Black Lab, reading the paper.

Debbie walked out on their porch to grab the paper, and waved at me when she saw me watching her.

About an hour or so passed before I moved much, but I finally put down the paper and headed down to the garage.

I actually got quite a lot done that morning before the distraction of the neighborhood stole my attention. I heard a door slam across the street and a big guy came out of the blue house. He was still buttoning-up his shirt as he walked out to his car. The brunette, Carly, was standing in the front room watching him leave. Typical guy for that house… long scruffy hair, unshaven, dressed in mostly black, and driving a piece of crap.

Denise was studying upstairs. I ran up to get another cup of coffee.

When I came back out some guy was trying to start his car next door. I looked over to see Cliff and the waif were standing out beside a ratty Toyota that refused to start.

I was pleased to see Jodi walking up the street to Melissa’s house. I waved and she walked over to talk with me. She was dressed much more conservatively than the last time I saw her, but it was Sunday, after all.

….. had Pam told her anything?

“Hi Jeff! Whatcha doing?” My heart picked up the pace just hearing her voice. “Well… Good morning Jodi! It’s nice to see you on this beautiful morning.”

..… I thought about the previous day when I accidentally ripped off her top

“Are you ready to go shopping for your new swimsuit?”

I meant to be joking with her, but I was surprised by her reply, “Cool! Right now? I would love to go shopping!”

I lowered my voice in case any windows were open upstairs. “Ummm.. Okay… I need to do some stuff first.”

I looked at my watch. “How about if I pick you up around 11:00?” I thought about the issues I needed to address to do this. I glanced back at our place and looked back at her, “Would it be okay if I pick you up at the 7-11?”

I was concerned she would be offended at the suggestion, but she quickly replied “Sure!”

I worked a little in the garage until the time was right, then headed inside and thought about what excuse I could make to go out shopping with Jodi. Nothing I could think of that included ‘I’m taking that cute young girl up the street out to buy her a new bathing suit because I ripped her old one off of her’ would fly with Denise.

When Denise noticed I had changed from my coveralls, I told her I needed to get some paint from the hardware store.

I headed out to the 7-11 about four blocks over. Jodi was hanging out in front when I pulled up. She ran over, all smiles, and jumped in the car. She acted really excited to go shopping with me, but I assumed it had more to do with the shopping than with me.

We headed up to the small strip mall the next neighborhood over from us. There were a few different clothing stores there, including a large chain store that had a big assortment of just about anything you could want. I asked Jodi if it would work, and she enthusiastically replied, “Yes! I love this place!” She looked over at me with that angelic face, “Thank you for doing this… I really appreciate it!”

“Happy to do it. I get to see you modeling swimsuits, so I would say I am getting the better part of the deal.” She smiled shyly, then jumped out of the car.

We headed into the store, and I started thinking of what I would say if we ran into anyone I knew. She’s my niece… this is my little sister… this is the underage girl up the street I want to fuck… Ha…

They had a pretty large ‘summer attire’ section, and I was relieved to see there was no one else shopping in it at the moment. Jodi knew exactly where she wanted to look, and eagerly started flipping through the swimsuit rack. I moved over to the men’s section and looked for something I liked in case Danny never returned the trunks I loaned him.

I looked over and Jodi already had a number of bikinis she pulled from the rack to try on. She caught my eye and flashed a wide smile, and headed into the dressing room. I wasn’t going to try any shorts on, but I quietly followed her in with the stuff I picked out, and sat down on a chair next to the tailor’s mirror.

I wanted her to know I was in the room, and quietly said, “I want to see some swimsuit modeling!” She popped her head up and peered over the door on the dressing stall where she was changing. She was too short for me to see much of her face, but her eyes and nose showed she was smiling. I could also see her feet under the door.

Her head dropped out of view and I saw her pull off her shoes below the door. Her arms pulled off her top above, then her shorts dropped to the floor. I assumed she would leave on her panties when trying on the bikini, but was thrilled when her panties dropped around her feet. She stepped out of them and her hand reached down and picked them up.

She stepped into something she was trying on, then after a few moments, she opened the door to show me. The suit fit her pretty well, but the stripes looked weird and I thought it covered too much. Regardless, seeing her half naked like this increased my heart rate. I smiled and gave her a thumbs-up. She pulled the door closed and tried on the next suit.

When she opened the door this time my heart skipped a beat. It was a white string bikini that left very little to the imagination. The bottoms fit perfectly, but showed major camel toe and I could see her bush and the darker lines of her labia through the thin material. Same with the top; her large nipples showed prominently and you could see the outline and the faint color difference of her areolas.

My expression must have told the story, as she laughed a little and said, “No?”

I shook my head lightly and smiled, “Most definitely ‘YES’, but you couldn’t wear that out in public.”

Her smile dropped, “Really? I kinda liked this one.”

“So do I… a little bit too much,” and covered my eyes like I shouldn’t see her like this. She laughed and closed the door again.

I waited until I saw her step out of the white suit, then stood up and walked Çankaya travesti over to the door, “I was thinking…” She gasped and peeked over the door.

I stepped closer and continued, “I was thinking you might want to match your old suit, so your parents don’t ask you where you got this new one.”

“I thought about that. I was just going to say a friend from school outgrew it and gave it to me.” I wasn’t really listening; my attention was focused on the reflection in the mirror behind her. The bikini top was unlaced, but she was holding the cups in place. She obviously didn’t realize her entire back side was exposed to the mirror.

….. Oh my God, what a perfect ass

Her little bubble-butt was entirely exposed; round, pale cheeks surrounded by tanned thighs and back. My dick instantly started growing at the sight. She suddenly realized why I was looking over her shoulder and let out a shriek. I quickly got back to my chair and sat down, in case anyone heard her.

Jodi started laughing, and peeked over the door again. “No fair! I’m getting you back for that one!”

A sales lady walked by and looked in, but kept walking.

After a few more moments, Jodi opened the door again wearing another suit. This yellow suit fit her perfectly, and was higher quality as well. The cups had padding so you couldn’t see her nipples, no lip lines, no camel toe. As much as I hated to admit it, this was the right one to buy her. I got up and walked over to her, “This one is perfect. It fits you well, and isn’t going to get you grounded if your dad sees you in it.”

She laughed and pulled the door closed. I walked up close and peeked over the door, “Hand me the yellow one and I’ll take it to the register while you’re getting dressed.” She turned around to look at her reflection, then looked back up at me and smiled. I kept staring at her butt in the mirror until she shooed me away. “Go! I’ll hand you the suit when I’m ready!” I rolled my eyes in mock disappointment and walked back to the chair. I watched her step out of her bottoms and throw them over the top of the door, then her top landed beside them.

“Now? Can I get them now?”

“NO! I’m not dressed yet!” She was laughing when she said it though. “I won’t look… I promise.” I walked over and grabbed them, the whole time looking at the floor.

Jodi was just coming out of the dressing room when I returned from the register, bag in hand. We headed out to the car, and I opened the door for her. Walking around to the driver’s side, I scanned the lot to see if anyone saw me. I thought to myself ‘this will be the death of me’.

We drove back to the 7-11, and I pulled into the far parking space. “I’m sorry to make you walk home like this. I just don’t think Denise or your dad would be thrilled seeing you getting out of my car.”

Jodi smiled, “No worries… I agree. That could be pretty awkward. Thank you so much for the suit! I know that one was pretty expensive.”

I laughed, “It was totally worth it from what I saw in the mirror.” She laughed and punched me in the arm.

“Please don’t tell anyone about this.”

“I won’t, I promise.” She opened the door and hesitated, then reached over and gave me a hug and kissed my cheek. “Thank you again!”

I managed to get out “My pleasure!” before the door closed. She smiled and waved as she walked away.

….. yeah, I’m going to be pleasuring myself many times over the image of your young naked ass in the mirror

I drove home and parked on the street. I usually left the driveway open for Denise, and she was home today. When I got out of the car I noticed Cliff was siphoning gas out of his Buick into a plastic milk jug. The guy with the Toyota was helping him. The waif looked up, then quickly looked down when she saw me.

I walked all the way to the front stairs before I realized I was empty-handed from my trip to the hardware store. …shit!

Denise walked out to the deck, “Hey! What happened? I thought you were getting paint?”

“I thought so too. I went to three places, and none of them had the stuff I wanted. I’m gonna have to figure out another way to go.”

Denise was used to my OCD way of making sure everything is exactly the way I wanted when it came to the car.

I went inside and grabbed a beer, and walked down to the garage to fill the afternoon. After working for a bit, I grabbed another beer… and another after not too long. I was feeling a nice buzz, but started feeling guilty over lying to Denise, and everything else… I decided to wash her car to convince myself I was a good partner… a good roommate?

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…………………………………………… Washing Her Car …………………………………………………

I grabbed the bucket and soap, and went around to the side of the duplex for the hose. When I got there, however, I found the hose had been cut in half. It took me about three seconds to realize why the waif avoided eye contact with me earlier. Those fuckers cut up my new hose to use it to siphon gas for their lowlife friend!

I don’t have a strong temper, but I quickly became quite furious… “GOD DAMMIT!” Those druggy assholes cut up my new hose… I just bought it last month, and it was the best one Home Depot offered.

I picked up a short section of the hose and stormed through the shrubs and over to the asshole’s house. Both the Toyota and the Buick were gone… I was swinging the hose in the air, absolutely losing it in my anger, and stormed around to the front of the house, swearing the whole way. I ran up the steps and pounded on the front door. Silence.

“GOD DAMMIT! I KNOW YOU’RE IN THERE! OPEN THE DOOR!”

I pounded on the door again, and noticed the window was open. I leaned over and yelled inside, “I KNOW YOU’RE SELLING DRUGS OUTTA HERE- OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR OR I’M CALLING THE POLICE!”

The front door opened almost immediately, and the waif stood defiantly in the opening with a smart-ass look on her face. “What Is Your Problem?” A strong smell of ganja floated out the open door.

I whipped the hose against the wall and shoved the door wide open. This shocked the waif, and she stepped backwards with a sudden look of fear on her face.

“I SAW CLIFF AND THAT OTHER ASSHOLE USING IT TO SIPHON GAS! THIS WAS A FUCKING BRAND NEW HOSE!!!” She looked at me and shrugged.

“I’m sick of this shit! I’m calling the fucking police.”

“NO! Don’t call the police!” She was suddenly pleading with me, but I turned to head down the stairs.

“Please don’t call the cops… I’ll do anything you want!”

I stopped and turned back to her, “What the FUCK would I possibly want from you?!” I stormed forward into the doorway. “What the FUCK could you do that my girlfriend isn’t already giving me? CHRIST!”

She looked up at me and flashed a nervous smile, “Blowjob?”

I aggressively stepped closer, looming over her petite little frame, “A Fucking Blowjob? Like I’m not already getting head?!?”

….. actually I haven’t received head from Denise for over six months

“I bet she can’t give head like I can.”

“Yeah, I’m sure you can suck cock. I’m guessing that’s the way you pay your rent!”

“Can your girlfriend deep throat you?”

This caught me off guard, but I wasn’t in the mood. I leaned over her and glared down on her, “Fuck This! I’m calling the cops.” I turned around and headed out.

“You can stick it in my butt!”

I stopped short. Çankaya travestileri I haven’t had anal since… like forever.

….. this little titless bitch was gonna let me fuck her ass and deep throat my cock?

I turned around and pushed her inside. “Look, you little slut… I don’t trust you. You’re gonna deep-throat my cock and let me fuck you in the ass?”

The waif tried to look at me like she was in control, but a look of fear was in her eyes.

She pulled off her top, dropped to her knees and started unbuttoning my jeans. Her flat chest looked a lot better from this point of view. Her nipples were long and pointy, and poked out far from her flat chest. I was still furious, but my dick quickly pumped up to attention.

She worked on the buttons of my jeans. I reached back and slammed the door closed behind me. She finally got all the buttons undone and tried to pull off my jeans, but was having a difficult time. I pushed her head back and pushed my jeans down to my knees… my cock slapped her in the face when I pulled down my boxers.

She reacted to the size of my cock in her face with a smile and a look of surprise, but I could sense a little fear as well. She had already committed to deep-throating me and letting me fuck her ass, but that was before she saw my dick. The waif was used to abuse from her 5” boyfriend.. let’s see how she enjoys something a bit larger.

I was still very angry and wanted to hate-fuck this little cunt, and she knew it.

I grabbed her hair with my left hand and started slapping my cock on her face with my right. It quickly hardened to full length, and I stuffed it in her mouth.

….. let’s see you deep throat this, you nasty little bitch

I grabbed her hair with both hands and forced her mouth down onto my cock. I kept pushing until it hit the back of her throat, and she gagged and coughed, so I pulled it back for a moment. I pumped my cock back into her mouth, pulling her hair and ramming the back of her throat again and again, but as good as it felt, the head never popped into her throat. I had only deep-throated one girl, a number of years ago, and it was unbelievable. This wasn’t happening.

I looked around the kitchen and saw a piece of toast on the counter, an open jar of jelly, and a cube of butter. The waif had just been making her lunch.

I grabbed her hair and pulled her over by the counter, and pushed her down to the floor onto her hands and knees. Reaching underneath her, I unbuttoned her cutoffs and ripped them down off her ass.

I pushed down on her shoulders and pulled her ass up facing me. “Spread your cheeks for me… show me your asshole.” She dropped her titless chest to the floor, reached back and spread her ass wide with both hands.

She was so exposed, with her skinny little ass in the air like that. She was much tinier than I thought. She looked like a child now, spreading her ass for me.

I grabbed a chunk from the cube of butter and slapped it against her butthole. I smeared it all over her ass, and pushed some of the butter into her little brown hole.

….. Her ass felt really good …the heat …it felt like her tight little ring was sucking on my finger

I pushed my finger in, and pulled it out, then pushed it deep into her ass. She moaned a little but didn’t complain… I pulled it out, then stuffed two fingers into her ass. The waif let out a muffled squeal, so I slapped her ass “Dammit! I don’t want to hear a squeak out of you!”

I fucked her ass with my fingers, then grabbed the cube of butter and pushed it against her spread butthole. After grinding it against her, I pushed more butter inside her ass. I grabbed my cock and slapped it against her little puckered hole. My right hand was greasy from the butter, so I stroked my cock with it a few times to lube it up.

…. she was so fucking tiny …90 pounds at most …I was going to make sure she remembered this day

“Spread your ass open!”

I pushed the head of my cock against her little greasy asshole, and pulled her back by her hair. She squealed when the head popped in, so I held it there for a bit before pushing further.

“OH FUCK! Be gentle! Your cock is… I’m not… my boyfriend’s dick is a lot smaller…”

….. Jesus …the feeling …her ass felt so hot …she was so fucking tight …Good God

I ran my hands up and down her skinny ribcage, and grabbed her hips to pull her little body back further onto my dick.

I pushed my cock further into her ass and started slowly pumping in and out of her. Her ass was so small it was actually hurting my dick a little, but it felt so fucking good I couldn’t stop.

This skinny little girl getting skewered on my thick cock… from my view it looked absolutely obscene… it looked like I was ass-fucking a child. It was dirty and perverse… and my mind was exploding with lust. The waif was still spreading her ass for me, and she was grunting and moaning loudly.

I watched my cock sliding in and out of her tiny body… the tight ring of her asshole stretched outwards as I pulled my thick shaft out of her, then puckered inwards as I pushed it back in. It looked like I was ripping her in half.

I pulled hard on her hair and slowly forced my cock deeper into her ass until my balls slapped her pussy.

“Is that what you wanted? Are you feeling like we are even yet?”

In between the grunts I could hear the waif squeak out a muffled, “YES!… FUCK!”

I started pumping in and out of her tight little ass… long, full strokes… out until the head almost popped out, then back in hard until her skinny ass hit my stomach. I quickly felt my orgasm building, and pulled her even harder against my cock. But I didn’t want to cum yet… I pulled my dick out of her ass and yanked her hair to spin her around. She looked up at me with a blank stare, then opened her mouth. I looked down and saw my cock was dirty from fucking her in the butt… the whole shaft was covered with a sloppy mixture of her ass and the butter. I stuffed it into her mouth and pulled hard on her hair. My dick slammed against the back of her throat. She pulled back and gagged, then she shoved her head forward again.

Her actions shocked me. I was trying to abuse her with my cock… to teach her a lesson… but she was enjoying it?

“GOD DAMMIT! DEEP THROAT MY COCK!”

She pushed her head hard against my cock, but it hit the back of her throat and stopped. She grabbed my ass and pulled me hard against her… what the hell?

I reached forward and slid my right hand down over her tailbone and hooked two fingers in her ass, and pulled her hard against me. I pushed my cock hard against her throat, and worked another finger into her ass, and pulled hard. After several hard pumps deep against the back of her mouth, I felt my cock suddenly pop into her throat. She choked again and again until I pulled it out. She coughed and spit… she nearly threw up… then shoved her head hard down on my cock again.

This time I pulled so hard on her ass, my fingers went knuckle-deep, and my cock popped deeply into her throat until her nose hit my groin. FUCK! This girl! This was fucking insane!

I started pumping my cock deep into her throat… I turned into a rapist, cramming my cock again and again into this tiny girl… pulling hard with my fingers… stretching her asshole wide open. I started bucking against her face and then pushed it as far down her throat Travesti çankaya as I could. She choked and I could feel her trying to swallow… the constructions of her throat milking my cock. The intensity pushed me over the edge…

I nearly passed out when my cock exploded inside her. I held her head tightly against me, pumping ropes of cum down her throat… She couldn’t breathe, but both her hands were on my ass pulling me hard against her face; holding my cock inside her throat as she tried again and again to swallow.

I held her head tight against me, my cock deep down her throat, until she let go of my ass and started slapping my chest, pleading for air.

I slowly pulled my dick out of her throat, and my fingers out of her ass, and she coughed and gasped for air once she was free.

The waves of ecstasy from my intense climax subsided, and reality slowly crept back to me…

I realized Cliff and that other fucker could come back any moment. And Denise thought I was out washing her car.

I suddenly felt guilty for abusing this tiny girl. She has obviously lead a very sad life, and here I am making it worse. I looked down at her and saw a fragile little girl, who had been abused by everyone around her. Increasingly, I felt horrible for what I did.

I helped the waif to her feet. “Are you okay? I’m sorry for being so rough with you.”

She looked up at me and actually smiled. She reached out and caressed my cock, then bent down and gently sucked it clean again.

….. what could her life be like that she was okay with the way I just treated her?

“God… I’m sorry. I just got carried away. Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Oh, shit…don’t worry about me… I’m fine.”

She was staring up at me… smiling. She somehow looked innocent and kinda pretty like this, in a trailer park sort of way. Her short brown hair was all tussled & greasy from the butter, she needed braces, but her teeth were clean and white. Feminine features… clear complexion…

….. I need to get outta here. What the fuck did I just do?!? I didn’t even wear a rubber… she could have given me half a dozen STDs! God Dammit!

I washed off my hands in the sink and pulled up my pants. I handed her the towel after drying my hands. “I have to go… I’m really sorry for being so rough.”

She reached out and grabbed my wrist, “Don’t be sorry… I kinda like it rough.”

I shook my head and rubbed my temples (un-fucking believable), then turned to leave.

“If I cut your hose again will you come back over?”

….. Fuck! This neighborhood is going to kill me

I didn’t respond… I grabbed the hose and ran down her front steps and back to the duplex. I stopped and thought about walking back into the place stinking like sex… stinking like dirty, sweaty, anal sex.

I jumped in the car and headed to Home Depot. I bought a kit to splice the hose back together, and hit their restroom and cleaned off my dick as best I could.

When I got back to the duplex I rushed down to the garage. Denise yelled to me “What’s wrong? Where did you go?”

I stopped on the stairs and yelled back, “It’s those fucking druggies next door. They cut up our hose.” I went down to the garage and fixed the hose with the splicing kit. After rolling up the hose at the side of the house, I went back inside.

“Those fuckers cut up our hose to siphon gas. I went over and argued with them, but of course they had nothing to do with it. I fixed it, but I’m still really fucking angry.”

Denise was shocked hearing this, “Don’t go over there! It’s not worth it! You could get shot!”

I grabbed a beer and went out to the front deck to ‘cool down’.

I was only about half-way done with my beer when Cliff pulled into their driveway. I watched the waif run out and help him carry in some bags from his car. She glanced up at our house a couple of times while she helped him carry in the bags.

…. I don’t think she is going to say anything to him about my visit

I headed back inside for dinner. I tried to push aside everything that happened that day and focus on the conversation. Regardless, Denise twice asked me if I was listening, as I drifted in and out of those thoughts.

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……………………………… later ……………………………………

I poured myself a scotch and went out to the front deck. I sat down on the chaise and collected my thoughts. Today was a crazy day, and I put myself in a couple of very dangerous situations. I had to admit I had been masturbating over Jodi for weeks, and seeing her bare ass today was a dream come true, but she was too young, and the wild, dirty sex I had with the waif next door was totally unplanned and beyond dangerous for so many reasons.

I stood up and leaned against the pony wall at the front of the deck and lit a cigarette. I looked over at the waif’s house and they were on the couch, watching TV, as usual. The flash of my lighter must have caught the waif’s attention, and she looked up in my direction. I couldn’t imagine she could see me, but she stared for a while out the window.

The girls in the blue house were both home, and were walking around in their robes getting ready for bed.

Ron and Debbie’s bedroom light was on, but their drapes were pulled shut.

I sat back down a took a long draw from my drink.

I looked back at the waif’s house and thought about the obscene sex I had with her today. I had no respect for her… she was white trailer trash for sure, but I suddenly had a soft spot for her. And the sex was hot as hell.

She kept looking up in my direction.

She was skinny and unrefined. Probably never graduated from high school. Likely abused as a child. She was a sassy little bitch, but I felt sorry for her.

She was staring up at me. She pulled her robe to the side to expose her nipples… the whole time staring my way. Cliff just sat there watching the TV.

My dick started to get hard watching her. I tried to not pay any attention to her, but the thought of fucking that tiny ass kept breaking through.

She opened her robe further, spread her skinny legs apart, and reached down between her legs and started rubbing her pussy. She was staring up at me. Cliff finally noticed her and pushed her legs closed.

He pushed her again, and it looked like he was yelling at her. She got up and walked out of the room. She was carrying a beer when she returned, and handed it to him. She plopped down in the couch beside him and pulled her robe tightly around her naked body.

She looked my way again with a blank look on her face.

The light went out at Ron and Debbie’s house.

The blinds on the windows on the front bedroom at the blue house were open enough that I could clearly see the blonde taking off her robe. I thought some guy was in her room with her, but as I focused it looked more it looked like Carly, her roommate. The brunette dropped her robe to the floor and crawled into the bed.

My dick jumped watching this scene. I looked back inside our house and all was dark; Denise had gone to bed some time ago. I opened my robe, pulled my dick out of my underwear and started rubbing it. It was still a little slimy with butter.

….. this is reality, Jeff, not fantasy. You went over the line today

I mentally scolded myself for being such a sex-crazed pervert. If I had put as much time and passion into school as I did trying to fuck myself into disaster, I would have a fucking PHD by now.

I tucked my dick back into my underwear, pulled my robe together, and went to bed, ignoring the show going on at the blue house.

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….. next: Part (5), Jodi’s Massage

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